Dressed as the mistress of the Hou family, I became the white moonlight in the Beijing circle

Duke's Mansion

Zhu Yan was dressed neatly and left the main courtyard alone.

When he came to the garden, he unexpectedly saw his youngest son.

Qi Yuan was flying a kite in the garden with an innocent and cute smile. Aunt Wu was standing by his side with a loving face.

Looking from a distance, they look like a mother and son.

"Fly higher...Fly higher!" Qi Yuan laughed loudly, "Aunt Wu, do you think this kite is high?"

Aunt Wu smiled from ear to ear and kept saying yes, "Our third young master is the smartest, he can actually fly the kite so high!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Yuan glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Zhu Yan standing not far away, and his smile immediately disappeared.

Aunt Wu was surprised when she saw him stop. She looked along his line of sight and met Zhu Yan's eyes. She paused and quickly saluted and said, "Old slave, I have met Madam."

Zhu Yan glanced at her and said calmly, "Get up."

"Thank you, Madam." Aunt Wu agreed and stood up in frustration.

Zhu Yan was silent and looked straight at Qi Yuan. Seeing that he didn't move, she felt a little chilled for a moment.

Qi Yuan held the string in his hand, rolled his eyes at Zhu Yan, ignored her, and turned around to continue playing with the kite.

Aunt Wu felt embarrassed, laughed dryly, and whispered softly, "Third Young Master, why don't I accompany you to play somewhere else?"

"Why?" Qi Yuan rolled his eyes at his mother who was not far away, showing disgust, "Why should I leave when she comes?"

Aunt Wu pulled him and whispered, "Let's go, Third Young Master."

Qi Yuan was annoyed the most when others didn't listen to him. He lost his temper for a moment, smashed the reel in his hand on the ground, turned towards Zhu Yan, and shouted, "Bad woman, I'll beat you to death!"

"Oh, my little ancestor!" Aunt Wu exclaimed, and quickly reached out to stop him, then smiled apologetically at Zhu Yan, "Madam, don't blame me, the third young master is still young, and his words are unbridled..."

"is it?"

Zhu Yan looked at her son's ferocious little face and chuckled, her eyes cold, "He is just six years old and is indeed ignorant, but are the people around him also ignorant?"

Aunt Wu paused, a smile frozen on her face.

"What do you usually say in his ears?" Zhu Yan looked at her with a mocking look in her eyes, "Whether it's true or not, Aunt Wu must know better than anyone else."

Aunt Wu was stunned for a long time before she found her voice, "Madam..."

"You are not allowed to talk about Aunt Wu!" Qi Yuan was held in Aunt Wu's arms, kicked his legs hard, and bared his teeth at Zhu Yan, "You bad woman!"

Zhu Yan looked at Qi Yuan's young face, completely disheartened, walked slowly to him, suppressed the anger in her heart, raised her hand and slapped him.

Qi Yuan is the youngest son of the family. He was born with the expectations and hopes of the whole family. Everyone regards him as a treasure. Not to mention that he will not be punished if he makes a mistake. Even if he has a cut on his hand, he has to be hugged. I coaxed him for a long time.

For him, this slap was like a bolt from the blue.

"Madam!" Aunt Wu exclaimed, quickly hugged Qi Yuan and backed away, leaning down to look at his face.

The child's face was very tender, and even before Zhu Yan used her full strength, it was already red and swollen.

Aunt Wu felt very distressed and looked at Zhu Yan with accusations in her eyes, "Madam, what are you doing? The third young master just made a slip of the tongue. Why are you so troubled by this child?"

Zhu Yan raised her lips, "No wonder he is so close to you. I guess you treat him the best on weekdays, right?"

"When you are only six years old, you dare to shout and provoke your mother, and show your teeth and claws. It is unfilial." Zhu Yan stared at her, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, "I am educating my own son, why do you need a servant to criticize me?"

<divclass="contentadv"> Aunt Wu's face turned pale, she hugged Qi Yuan in her arms, and said angrily, "Madam's behavior today, I will report it to the Duke of the state."

"The Duke loves the Third Young Master the most. If he knew it, his wife would suffer a lot!"

Zhu Yan looked at her and sneered, "Why leave it as it is? Wouldn't it be better to add more fuel and jealousy?"

Aunt Wu was choked and couldn't say anything in reply for a long time.

Qi Yuan blinked and then recovered, covering his face and crying loudly, and kept cursing, "Bad woman, hit me... wuwu, I want to find my father!"

Zhu Yan ignored him and turned around and left the Duke's mansion.

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Outside the palace, Zhu Yan got off the carriage, turned around and handed the coachman a few coins. As she watched the carriage go away, her eyes gradually became firm.

Outside the palace wall, there was a large drum. Zhu Yan stepped forward slowly, struggled to lift the only drumstick, and knocked heavily on the drum.

The Dengwen drum, which had been dormant for several years, was awakened and made a dull sound.

Zhu Yan played the drum with all her strength, even though her arm was sore from the pressure of the drumstick, she did not dare to stop.

Today, she must seek justice for those dead souls.

After a long while, Zhu Yan's arms were already numb, and the palace door slowly opened.

"Mrs. Qi Guoguo, the emperor has summoned you to the palace."

In the Hall of Yangxin, Yuan Chen was sitting on the throne, playing with the jade ring in his hand. His eyes fell on the door, showing no emotion at all.

Zhuo Ming walked in with a whisk in his hand and said in a sharp voice, "Your Majesty, the Duke of Qi has arrived."

Yuan Chen looked calm and said in a deep voice, "Let her come in."

"Yes."

Zhuo Ming stepped back, and after a while, he brought Zhu Yan into the hall.

There was no trace of panic on Zhu Yan's face. She bent her knees and knelt on the ground, "My wife pays homage to the Emperor. May the Emperor be blessed with peace and prosperity."

Yuan Chen lowered his eyes and looked at her, and said in a calm tone, "But you beat the Dengwen drum?"

Zhu Yan lowered her head and raised her voice, "As for the emperor, the person playing the drum is my wife."

"In the past nine years, no one has beaten a drum to complain." Yuan Chen stared at her closely, trying to see some clues on her face, "How wronged have you been?"

"Your Majesty, I am taking the risk to play the drum, not for myself." Zhu Yan stabilized her mind, suppressed her fear, and whispered, "but for others."

Yuan Chen was puzzled, frowned, and said solemnly, "You are the first to beat the Dengwen drum for others."

Zhu Yan lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then said softly, "Seeing innocent people die tragically, while evil spirits are still living happily in this world, my wife's heart is not a stone egg, and she cannot sit idly by."

Zhu Yan would break out in cold sweat every time she thought of Song Huixin's words.

She hadn't closed her eyes for two days in a row. This was the day she had been waiting for.

"It does sound very serious." Yuan Chen nodded slightly and became more interested, "Can you please tell me in detail who you want to report on behalf of those people you mentioned?"

Zhu Yan pursed her lips, slowly raised her head, and met Yuan Chen's eyes with her superior, her eyes fearless, "My wife wants to sue the Duke of Qi for snatching an orphan girl, committing debauchery, and taking human life lightly. Her methods are extremely cruel!"

Zhu Yan bit her lower lip, kowtowed heavily to Yuan Chen, and said loudly, "Please, Your Majesty, see clearly, save those girls from the fire and water, bring the evildoers to justice, and comfort the spirits in heaven!"