"Poor child, it's me and the prince's palace who have caused trouble for you. Originally, you didn't have to be exiled with us. If I had known better, I would have helped you find a good family to marry. It would have been better than now..."
Zheng Li is the adopted daughter of the old lady, she is nineteen this year.
The old lady was actually Mo Beichen's great-aunt. Mr. Mo died young and Old Madam Mo couldn't bear the blow and followed him, leaving behind a legitimate son and two concubines.
The old lady happened to be widowed at this time, and she was worried that her aunt would treat her nephew harshly, so she left her adopted son and returned to the capital from Jizhou.
Fifteen years ago, her adopted son was killed by bandits while on a business trip. Only then did the old lady bring the four-year-old Zheng Like into the family home.
"Ma'am, you don't have to blame yourself."
Zheng Like was wearing a gray-brown cloth, and her beautiful facial features exuded a sense of elegance.
"Li Ke has lived in the palace with her grandmother since she was a child. I have been watched by my wife as she grew up. How can I abandon the whole family and ignore my own happiness in times of crisis? Li is not such a person."
As expected of the girl he liked, she was so kind-hearted, but it was a pity that he was never in her eyes. Mo Yifeng lowered his eyes in despair.
"You are a good boy, but I feel bad for making you feel wronged." Mrs. Mo patted Zheng Like's hand gently.
"Brother Beichen hasn't changed yet, okay? I heard that the Rong family changed the bride. Is this really true?
The Rong family is simply bullying others. Could it be that they don’t take us seriously because our palace is in trouble? "She was filled with indignation and glanced behind the screen without trace.
Mrs. Mo sighed: "What's the point of pursuing this now? Lili is the most innocent one. Forget it, you should go back to accompany the old lady. She is old. If something happens to her, then I He has really become a sinner of the Mo family."
Zheng Li didn't want to leave, Mrs. Mo had already sat down holding her chest, and Mo Weiwei was blocking the screen.
Mo Yifeng opened the door himself to see her out: "Sister Ke'er, please go back and take care of your aunt first. I will send someone to notify you when my brother comes out."
Zheng Like pursed her lips and smiled, "Okay, I'll go there first."
He bowed to Mrs. Mo again before turning and leaving. When he turned around, the expression on his face changed and his face turned livid.
Damn it, if Rongli hadn't kidnapped her, she would have been the one to marry Brother Beichen.
You are really stupid if you still don’t know that you are being used.
That letter was not a confession letter, it was probably evidence to frame Mo Beichen for treason.
After applying the medicine, Rongli went out sweating.
Let them change clothes themselves, and let them see if she has done anything.
So after going out, he said directly to Mo Yifeng: "Go and help your brother change his clothes. Be careful not to touch the wound on his wrist."
The wood power was the most tiring. After healing the injury, Rongli's face was already ugly.
Looking at her tired face, Mrs. Mo was moved.
He helped her sit down: "You're tired, aren't you? Sit down and rest for a while."
There was no time to rest because she could hear the sound of counting outside.
"Let's go out first, don't keep the officials waiting." The first impression is very important, and she doesn't want to be remembered before she even starts.
"For the sake of safety, I think it's better not to reveal my husband's condition first, what do you think?"
Madam Mo also had this intention. The worse they were, the more relieved their enemies would be.
"You make sense. Lili, you are really a great benefactor to our Mo family. From now on, I will only recognize you as my daughter-in-law. If Beichen dares to treat you badly, I will take care of him for you."
No need to! If it were you who saved my life, maybe I would be happier.
"This is what I should do."
You can't compete with someone for your mother, Mrs. Mo won't agree~
With a dry laugh, she pulled a curtain to cover Mo Beichen. Seeing this, Mrs. Mo comforted her again. Lili was thoughtful.
"But, Sister Ke'er is very worried about Big Brother..."
A slap hit the back of his head, and Mo Weiwei said angrily:
"Are you short-sighted? Which is more important, big brother or your sister Ke'er? Think carefully in your heart before speaking, otherwise others will think you are a fool."
She struck quickly and accurately, leaving Rongli stunned.
However, Mrs. Mo carefully helped Mo Beishen close the curtain as if she was used to it.
The curtains are a little rough, but better than nothing.
"Hiss! This stinky girl is so fierce, be careful not to get married." Mo Yifeng gritted his teeth as he covered the painful back of his head.
Mo Yifeng and Mo Weiwei are twins, twins who turned fifteen at the beginning of the year.
Many times Mo Weiwei is more forceful, while Mo Yifeng is more indecisive.
"That won't bother you."
After carrying the man out, Mo Weiwei was surprised to find that his brother's wrist was really not bleeding anymore.
He asked in a low voice: "What medicine did you use? My brother's injury seems to have stopped bleeding."
Thinking of the scene when she first arrived, Mo Weiwei was still frightened.
"It's just a little hemostatic powder, but it's already used up."
"Ah? Used up? What will my eldest brother do next?"
Mo Yifeng said: "You won't look for it after you use it."
He spoke so confidently that Rongli rolled her eyes obscenely, pretending she didn't hear him.
"Feng'er, shut up!" Mrs. Mo couldn't stand listening anymore and glared at her son.
"Thank you for saving my brother." Mo Weiwei bit her lip and whispered her thanks. The eldest lady had obviously never done such a thing, and her face turned red.
Not long ago, she was arrogantly shouting in front of her, but she saved her eldest brother regardless of past grudges. Mo Weiwei lowered her head in shame.
Rongli glanced at her, and it seemed that this little girl was not all bad-tempered. She still knew the worldly things she should know, but Mo Yifeng, on the other hand, always gave her a feeling of confusion.
He used to be the second young master of the palace, and everyone supported him. Once he loses this support, he will suffer a big loss sooner or later if his temper does not change.
As soon as he entered the hall, Yan Feng came angrily.
Without saying a word, he pulled out a big knife and put it on Mo Yifeng's neck, "Tell me, where did you hide your things?"
He worked so hard to get this job, but ended up feeling lonely and even the pots and pans were gone.
I thought it was the servants of the mansion who took advantage of the situation, but after checking around, I found that it was not the case. He was so angry that he sold the person on the spot.
Are you getting angry because you didn't get any benefits? Rongli remained silent, and it took a great deal of effort to suppress the corners of her mouth that were twitching crazily.
"We didn't rebel. Even if you force me, it's useless. If we don't, we don't." Mo Yifeng choked his neck and glared at him.
"Who the hell told you this? I'm talking about the things in the warehouse? Don't tell me that your Zhanwangfu is so poor that you don't have a penny."
"How is it possible..." Mo Yifeng subconsciously retorted, and then he smelled the meaning of his words and gloated: "What do you mean? You mean our palace has been stolen?
Hahaha... there is no benefit to be gained. "
Yan Feng's face was deformed with anger, and he reluctantly let him go after looking at him for a long time without seeing anything unusual in his eyes.
