"Nizi, why don't you shut up!" An exasperated roar came from behind him, Yunling froze instantly and turned his head, only to see the servants behind him kneeling, and the one who always loved him so much At this moment, his father stared at him with a livid face.
"Who was I so majestic at the time? It turned out to be the son of the prime minister's mansion! This prime minister's mansion is really well-educated. He went to pick up a son born in a concubine's room and dared to insult him at the gate of the concubine's courtyard! Today, this is really an old slave! I've seen it!" A middle-aged man who was following Prime Minister Yun sneered.
Hearing this, Prime Minister Yun's originally ashen face turned pale: "Come here, drag this rebellious son down, and the family law will serve you!"
Hearing this, Yunling was completely panicked: "Father... Father... the child knows it's wrong."
Yunling tried hard to break free from the servants who grabbed him. However, his small arms and legs are the opponents of the middle-aged man, and the boy is about to drag him out.
"Wait!" Yun Ziyue, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, spoke at this moment. For a moment, everyone looked at her, thinking that she was going to plead for Yun Ling.
But her next sentence made Yunling and Prime Minister Yun's expressions freeze.
Yun Ziyue looked at him and said word by word: "She is a concubine at best, Mrs. Chen, how can you call her a mother? Go back and tell Aunt Shen that with me, Yun Ziyue, she can only be a concubine. Listen do you understand?"
Her words did not carry any warmth, but everyone present understood that Shen's good days might be coming to an end.
In the end, Yunling was dragged down for execution, and the outside of Liu Pavilion finally became a little quieter.
"This old servant has met the Second Miss." The middle-aged man standing beside Prime Minister Yun saluted Yun Ziyue.
"Yue'er, brother came to see you." The elegant young man in blue clothes beside Prime Minister Yun also spoke.
"Steward Feng, you don't need to be too polite. My brother is here too, let's go to the main hall to talk." Yun Ziyue led the two of them into the main hall, and seeing Xu Zhizhou also came, Yun Ziyue's subconscious reaction was still very happy, after all, this brother is very happy. The original owner was not bad. After walking a few steps, he looked back at Prime Minister Yun who was standing not far away, and said, "If father is fine, let's go in and have a cup of tea."
Now is not the time to completely destabilize the relationship.
Hearing this, Yun Qian's face softened a little, and he forced a smile: "Then go and taste Yue'er's tea."
This finally eased the awkward atmosphere, but Butler Feng snorted coldly when he saw Prime Minister Yun following in. Most of them don't like it.
This is how the future princess of their prince will be treated in your prime minister's mansion? He was unhappy.
Prime Minister Yun could also see that Butler Feng didn't like him very much, but he could only bite the bullet and go in and sit for a while, otherwise it would be a bit embarrassing for him to come down.
A group of people were about to enter the main hall of the Liu Pavilion, when suddenly not far away, Mrs. Shen was stumbling over with the help of her maid.
Seeing Yunling who was being escorted to enforce the family law and called miserable, Shen wailed and rushed over and threw Yunling onto Yunling's bloodshot back from the beating.
Although Mrs. Shen has not been righted, she is treated no differently from the royal family. She is used to domineering in the mansion on weekdays. Once she came forward to enforce the family law, the servants naturally did not dare to do anything again, so they had to stand aside and watch. Prime Minister Yun.
When Yunling saw that Mrs. Shen had arrived, she immediately grabbed onto Mrs. Shen and screamed for pain as if she had found a backer. During this gap, she still pointed at Yun Ziyue and said, "Mother, it's all her, she caused my son to be beaten, you must To avenge my son..." He wailed as he spoke.
Inexplicably, it reminded Yun Ziyue of the modern-day brats.
Shen shi hugged her son with a distressed face, knelt and turned her head to ask: "Master! Ling'er is just a child, what did he do wrong, can move the family law... He is the only man in the prime minister's mansion." Ding...Second Miss, he is your younger brother, as a sister, do you still care about a child?"
"It seems that the prime minister's mansion is really full of smog, Yue'er, why don't you go live with your brother during this period of time. Although your brother hasn't married and met with the prime minister's mansion, he is also a scholarly family, so he won't be ashamed." Xu Zhizhou looked at The mother and son who were selling miserably not far away immediately lowered their faces. Xu Zhizhou, who was born in a scholarly family, looked at Shen's appearance and felt that he was really shameless.
Butler Feng at the side drew something not far away.
Yun Ziyue turned her head to look at Shen who was kneeling on the ground, and said without any politeness: "First of all, you are just a concubine, how can you question me as a prostitute, and second, my mother only gave birth to me. But there is no younger brother, and thirdly, Yunling was punished by his father, but speaking of it, he should be disciplined."
After speaking, the prime minister with a blue face was left behind, and he wanted to lead several people into the yard.
"Second Miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion is really majestic!" A male voice came from behind, and there was sudden applause.
Yun Ziyue frowned. In the memory of the original owner, apart from the person who bullied her and her elder brother, there were very few people who came. What happened today, one after another.
When she turned her head, except for Prime Minister Yun and Steward Feng bowing to salute, everyone else knelt down on the ground.
"Cheng Wang Wanan."
"Get up, everyone."
That's right, the person who came was King Cheng—Mo Wenli.
"Second Miss, why is she not polite when she sees this king? Is the dignified concubine so rude?" Cheng Wang was followed by Yun Qianxue, and Yun Ziyue looked up and down at the number one beauty in front of her.
At this moment, he was really called a weak willow Fufeng, and the man couldn't help but want to feel sorry for him, his delicate little face was a little pale, and the watery eyes looking at Yun Ziyue added a little bit of resentment and moisture.
It made Yun Ziyue get goosebumps for no reason.
"Two dimples are worrying about her body, and she is suffering from a disease all over her body. Tears are shining, she is charming| panting slightly..." Yun Ziyue unreasonably remembered the sentence describing Lin Daiyu, "Two eyebrows that seem to be frowning but not frowning, and a pair of eyebrows that seem to be happy but not frowning." Happiness and affectionate eyes. Two dimples are born in the state of worry, and the disease of the whole body is delicate. When you are quiet, you are like a beautiful flower shining in the water. When you are in action, you are like a weak willow supporting the wind. The heart is more open than dry, and the disease is like Xizi, which is three points better."
It's a pity that the person in front of him now looks like a villain, how can he be as beautiful as sister Lin
"Third prince, Miss Yun Er is the future princess of our Highness, logically speaking, you should be called the emperor's judge." Feng Butler at the side spoke at this moment.
"Presumptuous, you, a little butler, dare to interrupt!" Of course, King Cheng recognized that this was the steward Feng of the Prince Chen's mansion. He didn't dare to touch him when Mo Jinyao was there before. Now that he is not here, he must teach him a lesson today. Teach him a lesson!
"Come on! Slap your mouth—"
After Mo Wenli said this, no one stepped forward, and even the prime minister in front of him knelt on the ground.
The only ones standing now were Yun Qianxue, Yun Ziyue and Cheng Wang.
"Third Prince is so majestic! When will it be your turn to teach my people?" The voice behind him was neither high nor low, and there was no emotion, but Mo Wenli fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.