Gu Jinghui was so uneasy under those gazes that he could hardly sit still. He quickly glanced at Qin Yuan, the plea in his eyes all too evident.
Old Madam Gu scolded, "Why are you looking at Yuan'er? You made this mess yourself, and now you want Yuan'er to speak up for you? Bullying people doesn't work that way."
Gu Jinghui hurriedly defended himself, "Mother, how could this be something I stirred up?"
Old Madam Gu sneered, "Then tell me, who exactly caused all this?"
Gu Jinghui: "..."
No matter whether you started from Mrs. Zhao poisoning, or from Princess Fuyun issuing the decree, it seemed somehow to be all tied to him, yet Marquis Gu felt deeply wronged.
Old Madam Gu said, "You're nearly thirty, and it's not proper for me to always scold you anymore, but you have to think carefully—why do all these troubles come for you and not others?"
Gu Jinghui could only lower his head in silent obedience.
