When had Yu Shuen been slapped in the face? She immediately ran into Mrs. Hou's arms crying, crying unbridled and aggrieved.
"Oh, oh, oh, mother, father, for that little..."
Before the word bitch could be uttered, Mrs. Hou quickly covered Yu Shuen's mouth and made a shushing gesture towards her.
As he spoke, Yu Chengguang had carefully lifted up Yu Nianchu, who was kneeling on the ground and sobbing.
"Be good, Chu'er, don't be afraid, daddy knows you don't have it."
He gently stroked his daughter's forehead, and when he turned to face the mother and daughter, his expression changed instantly.
"Shu'er, you go to the ancestral hall and kneel for five hours. You are not allowed to get up until you finish kneeling."
Yu Shuen hid behind Mrs. Hou with tears in her eyes and said anxiously, "No! My daughter refuses to accept it! Dad is partial!"
"My daughter has done nothing wrong, why should she kneel down as a punishment!" Then he glared at Yu Nianchu fiercely, "It's her turn to kneel down!"
Yu Chengguang was so angry that he kicked over the table in front of him, and the dishes and fruits on it were scattered all over the floor.
"That's right?"
"I'm old, not dead!"
"You called your sister a prostitute. Is that correct?!"
"If this is the case in front of me, then I don't know how you bullied Chu'er in the three years since I was gone!"
Mrs. Hou was also frightened by the angry Yu Chengguang. She wanted to plead for mercy, but was stopped before she could say anything.
"Madam, if you plead for Shu'er, go to the ancestral hall and kneel with her!"
Mrs. Hou sighed and could only give up temporarily.
The banquet ended unhappy, and she never expected that Yu Nianchu, who had been unknown for three years, would actually make the Marquis feel pity in a few moments.
It's not a simple role.
Yu Chengguang was very worried about his youngest daughter's physical condition, and immediately asked his lieutenant to find the best doctor in the capital to treat her.
The result was that Yu Nianchu's body was covered with bruises, and his hands were densely covered with pinholes, some old and new.
The slapped face was still swollen because no medicine was applied. It was just covered up by a thick layer of makeup, so Yu Chengguang never noticed it.
Just now, Yu Chengguang asked the deputy general to go to the mansions of several good friends in the capital to inquire.
Sure enough, they had never seen Yu Nianchu in the past three years, and Mrs. Hou always took the eldest lady to any banquet.
He frowned in annoyance. If he had known this, he shouldn't have been so anxious to straighten Mr. Li.
Three years ago, he thought that he was going to go on an expedition, and giving the identity of Madam Li to the Marquis might make it easier for her to take care of the house.
Moreover, Li's birth was not low, and she was cousin to the current Concubine Li.
I just didn't expect...this decision actually caused Chu'er to suffer so much.
"In that case, let's relinquish Madam's stewardship first." He said to the lieutenant beside him.
"As well as the servants in this mansion, it's time to replace them with a new batch."
Vice General Guo clasped his fists and said, "Yes, my subordinates will do it now."
After taking care of all this, Yu Chengguang opened the door of Yu Nianchu's room.
He had a lot of comforting words to say to this precious daughter, but she was already asleep.
Even dreaming is not stable.
He sighed, carefully covered his daughter with a quilt, and then called away Ayun who was serving Yu Nianchu.
Ayun was secretly happy. The young lady had confessed today that if the Marquis called her away for questioning at night, she could tell everything she was complaining about.
As soon as he entered the study, Dingyuan Hou asked Ayun, "What's the matter with the slap mark on Chu'er's face?"
Too many things happened in the past three years, and he could only listen to them one by one starting from the recent past.
Ayun had been holding back for a long time, but now that he had a chance to speak, he immediately knelt down in front of Yu Chengguang.
"Sir, the eldest lady shot you this morning!"
Yu Chengguang frowned, "Why?"
"Back to my lord, the eldest lady asked the second lady to embroider a belt before dark. The second lady said that the time was too short and she was afraid that she might not be able to make it in time."
"In the end, the eldest lady didn't say anything, and immediately slapped the young lady and forced her to embroider. She also said that if she didn't embroider well, it would be as simple as more than one slap."
"It was freezing cold and there was no heater in the house. The second lady was wearing coarse cloth and her hands were shaking from the cold. She had to spend a lot of effort to embroider the belt, and her hands were all covered with pinholes..."
Yu Chengguang slammed the table and growled, "Shu'er doesn't have any belt? Why do you have to force Chu'er to embroider it?"
Ayun struggled for a moment before speaking.
"It's not for the eldest lady, it's for...King Chengan."
At this point, Yu Chengguang probably understood.
Shu'er doesn't want to enter the palace draft, she wants to be Princess Chengan.
According to Shu'er's status, this is understandable, but King Chengan is not a kind person.
Not only is he dissolute and immoral, but he is also suspected of being superior to his master in his achievements.
After that, Yu Chengguang heard Ayun say a lot more, and his guilt for his little daughter had reached the extreme.
He couldn't help but think about it. The emperor was nearly fifty years old. Not only Shu'er didn't want to enter the palace, but Chu'er probably didn't want to enter the palace either.
It's time to think about Chu'er's marriage.
He turned around and asked Ayun, "In the past three years, Chu'er and Fu Zhaoke still have contact?"
Ayun shook his head, "Master Fu is now the minister of Dali Temple. His family's residence has also moved to the west of the city. Since then, he has no contact with the lady."
"That's it...it's a pity. In my opinion, Fu Zhao is still a good kid."
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The cold moonlight shone into the window lattice, and Yu Nianchu was sitting in front of the bronze mirror wearing only a thin pajamas, holding a dark green jade pendant in his hand.
The plum blossom pattern on the jade pendant is still warm, and wherever the fingerprints touch, the mother's warmth has been left.
"Aniang..." She whispered softly, and her bright eyes were blank for a moment, as if she had returned to the day when her mother vomited blood and died.
A person who was so bright and noble actually ended up bleeding from all his orifices before his death, which frightened many people.
Everyone was afraid to avoid it, but the young Yu Nianchu lay on his mother's bloody corpse and cried loudly.
Among the bustling crowd, she saw Mrs. Li, now Mrs. Hou, smiling...
Thinking of that hateful face, Yu Nianchu instantly clenched the jade pendant in his hand, wishing to cut Li into pieces.
But until now, she only overheard Mrs. Li saying something to Yu Shuen,
"Fortunately, I killed that bitch Feng Yuan, otherwise I would have been suppressed by her for who knows how many years."
It was precisely because of this sentence that she determined that Li was the murderer of her mother.
She held the jade pendant, her heart already as desolate as the moonlight.
It's been six years since his mother passed away, and it's time for Li's retribution to begin.
She stared at herself in the mirror, the suppressed thoughts in her eyes already too strong.
Suddenly, the door was knocked, and Ayun's voice came from outside the door.
"Miss, are you asleep?"
Yu Nianchu blinked, returned to his usual docile appearance, and said softly, "Come in."
Ayun had a smile on his face, and even his tone was full of pride.
"Miss, the master just said that you will be betrothed to Mr. Fu~"
