"Since my father thinks this marriage is good, then I, the younger sister, can't compete with my older sister."
Meng Zhuoer smiled brightly, "Then I would like to congratulate my sister on her wedding."
"you……"
Meng Yifei was so angry that she burst into tears, "Father, I don't want to marry that damn guy, and I don't want to be a widow."
"Meng Zhuo'er, no matter how sharp your tongue is, you have to get on the sedan chair tomorrow. I heard from Feifei that you left with a man yesterday and didn't come back all night. Who knows what you did."
Meng Xiangyi roared angrily, speculating most maliciously on his own daughter, "The Second Highness doesn't want you. You are destined not to be His Highness's princess. Now you still want to harm Feifei and lose the marriage to His Second Highness. You... are simply a poisonous woman."
Everyone outside is laughing about the incident between Meng Yifei and Yue Zhichen. In Meng Xiangyi's view, it was all Meng Zhuoer's fault.
How could she have ended up like this if she had endured it? They were all sisters in the same family, so why should they retaliate? Even if Meng Yifei really wanted to harm her, even for the sake of the family's reputation, she, Meng Zhuoer, would have to endure it until she died.
Meng Xiangyi's two daughters were both angry. They were angry that they only cared about their children's personal affairs and ignored the family's reputation. But what had happened was that Meng Zhuoer had completely offended Yue Zhichen. There was absolutely no chance that Yue Zhichen would marry Meng Zhuoer, so it would be better to let Meng Yifei marry her. , and also helpful to the family.
"Why..."
"Meng Zhuo'er, you were born to me. Don't tell me that I married you to the Prince of Jinnan. Just because you have my flesh and blood on your body, even if I ask you to die, you can't live."
Meng Xiangyi roared, his face turning red with anger.
Meng Zhuoer's expression was cold.
In Meng Xiangyi, she saw the patriarchy of feudal society.
Meng Yifei and her daughter looked at each other proudly, feeling that things were stable.
As long as Meng Xiangyi is on their side, Meng Zhuoer will get married even if she doesn't want to.
Meng Zhuoer directly spread his hands and said: "Father, if you have the ability, kill me and stuff my body into the sedan chair, otherwise there will be no need to discuss anything."
"You little brat, you actually dare to resist your father, do you think I don't dare?"
Meng Xiangyi was furious and raised his hand to slap Meng Zhuoer.
"You dare to touch her."
The powerful and domineering voice came, and everyone froze suddenly and became nervous.
Meng Zhuoer turned around and saw that familiar figure, and her heart completely dropped.
Meng Yuqing was still wearing the armor of patrolling the camp, and was dusty. Even though he was already in his fifties, he didn't look old and decrepit at all. He still looked majestic.
"Grandpa, you are back..."
Meng Zhuoer changed his eccentric attitude just now and became aggrieved.
Meng Yuqing loved his granddaughter Meng Zhuoer the most, even his son Meng Xiangyi could not compare to her. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she doted on her.
Because Yue Zhichen had previously revealed that he did not want to marry Meng Zhuoer and liked Meng Yifei, Meng Xiangyi was so determined to exchange the two marriages;
Meng Yuqing, who loves her little granddaughter, naturally does not want to exchange marriages for her little granddaughter to marry a dead man.
Meng Yuqing is the one who calls the shots in Duke Meng's palace. As long as Meng Yuqing doesn't let go, Meng Xiangyi doesn't dare to disobey.
But he wanted to marry the royal family so much that he pretended that the marriage would not change, and sent Meng Yuqing away to patrol the camp, planning to wait until Meng Zhuoer married to the Jinnan Prince's Palace.
The deal is done, and when the time comes, even if Meng Yuqing doesn't want to, he won't be able to change anything.
Meng Yuqing looked at her deeply wronged granddaughter, her heart almost broke, and coaxed: "Don't be afraid, my grandfather is back, and with my grandfather here, as long as my grandfather doesn't let go, no one can force you to get on the sedan chair."
Meng Xiangyi was roaring so confidently just now, Meng Yuqing's words were undoubtedly a slap in his face.
He stepped forward bravely: "Father, you don't know many things that have happened in the past two days. His Highness doesn't want to marry Meng Zhuoer at all. Why did you let Feifei marry her? What if His Highness is not willing to marry Meng Guogong? What should we do? Among all the princes, His Highness the Second Highness is considered an outstanding prince, and there is no guarantee that our Feifei will be the queen in the future."
Meng Yuqing ignored Meng Xiangyi and instead comforted the crying Meng Zhuoer with a good temper.
Meng Zhuoer was not a crybaby, and now he had to twist his thighs to cry.
She is also very good at pretending to be pitiful.
She sobbed, so soft and waxy that she looked pitiful: "No...Grandpa, I don't want to marry a dead man."
Meng Yuqing seemed unable to hear Meng Xiangyi's words, and gently wiped Meng Zhuoer's tears: "Don't be afraid, my grandfather is here. Even if the sky falls, he will hold me up."
Meng Xiangyi saw that Meng Yuqing was not getting enough, and wanted to speak, but unexpectedly, Meng Yuqing turned around and kicked him.
This kick was so heavy that it directly kicked Meng Xiangyi three meters away. Not to mention Meng Yifei and her daughter, even Meng Zhuoer's jaw almost dropped.
"My dear granddaughter, wait here."
Although he was harsh to Meng Xiangyi, Meng Yuqing's voice was hoarse when she turned to face her little granddaughter, and it hurt to her bones.
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Yuqing strode forward and directly pulled Meng Xiangyi up, slapped his ears, and fired his bow left and right: "You idiot, how dare you play the trick of cutting first and then playing with your father.
You should be glad that I'm back. If I find out when I come back that you dare to marry my Zhuo'er to a dead man, I'll see if I don't skin you. "
Meng Yuqing roared angrily, then picked up the vase next to her with her backhand and hit Meng Xiangyi hard on the head.
Meng Xiangyi's blood was flowing down his head, his eyes were black, and he almost fainted.
He was Meng Yuqing's only son. He was really angry by taking action so recklessly.
"It seems that I have been too kind to you recently and delegated too much power to you, making you think that you are the master of Duke Meng's mansion."
Meng Yuqing drew his sword and struck at Meng Xiangyi. Meng Xiangyi's head was almost cut off. If Meng Xiangyi hadn't squatted down quickly enough, the head would have fallen to the ground. However, his hair crown could not survive the damage and was knocked to the ground.
Meng Xiangyi's hair is disheveled, like a beggar on the street.
He really felt Meng Yuqing's anger, and at this moment he could only hide under the table and escape.
"It's a matter of Zhuo'er's life. If you dare to do anything wrong, I won't be afraid of losing a son."
Meng Yuqing valued Meng Zhuoer more than his own life. At this moment, he really had murderous intentions for Meng Xiangyi. He directly pulled the man out from under the table and slapped him several times with his backhand.
Bang bang bang bang——
Meng Xiangyi was beaten into a pig's head, with stars in his eyes.
Seeing that the situation was out of control, Qin Meizhen hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down to hug Meng Yuqing's thigh: "Father, father, you can't kill me, otherwise Feifei and Zhuo'er will have no father...Zhuo'er has lost his biological mother, and now he only has such a father. If you If you kill the master, Zhuo'er will really become an orphan."
Meng Zhuoer recovered from the shock, and for a moment she didn't know whether to persuade her or not.
Because she felt that this scumbag father really deserved to die, and keeping him would be a disaster.
Meng Yuqing kicked Qin Meizhen away: "You bastard, I must have your idea behind the substitute marriage."
Meng Yuqing was still angry, but much more sober.
Zhuo'er only has such a father now, and he really can't kill Meng Xiangyi.
But he didn't intend to let Meng Xiangyi go so lightly.
He raised the knife and cut Meng Xiangyi's finger directly, causing blood to splash everywhere.
"ah--"
