After the divorce, the four big guys became my servants

Qin Yueliu arrived at Wan'an Palace crying.

When she arrived, her eyes were already red and swollen. She cried all the way and was stared at all the way.

When Concubine Lan saw her beloved niece in such tears, she immediately hugged her in her arms and asked about her well-being.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying like this?"

"Aunt! My cousin wants to kill me for Meng Changning. He wants to kill me!"

"What!" Just one sentence made Lan Fei's whole body stiff.

She couldn't help but think of what Meng Zhaoge had said to her that day - Meng Changning, this vixen, actually dared to go to Prince Jing's Mansion!

Qin Yueliu exaggerated the story and then cried, "Meng Changning took advantage of her sister's absence to come to the palace. What was she thinking? Was it wrong for me to hit her?"

Miss Qin used Meng Zhaoge as a shield.

"She deserves to be beaten. She deserves to be beaten." Concubine Lan was busy comforting her niece, but alarm bells were already ringing in her heart.

Qi'er has been cautious in his words and actions since he was young and rarely acts impulsively.

But today, for Meng Changning, he actually said in front of the servants that he wanted to kill Yue Liu...

Concubine Lan felt that something was wrong, and she hurriedly shouted to Nanny Fang, "Call Prince Jing to me! Quick!"

After saying that, he continued to comfort his niece patiently.

When Yuwen Qi arrived, Qin Yueliu was already tired from crying and lay down in her bedroom to sleep.

The man looked calm, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Concubine Lan's obviously unhappy expression, he just bowed calmly: "Mother."

Concubine Lan couldn't hold back and shouted angrily, "Don't call me mother, are you crazy today?"

"I am not crazy, it is Yue Liu who has gone too far."

"Too much? Is it too much to have a dispute between you and your wife's sister?"

Yuwen Qi didn't expect his mother to be so direct, his face darkened: "No, my son, I have nothing wrong with Miss Meng."

Concubine Lan's eyes deepened: "That would be great. You must never forget how she flattered Yu Wenlian in the past—"

Before she finished speaking, Yuwen Qi interrupted her abruptly, "Mother, please don't mention this matter again. Chang Ning is not what you think. She also has her own difficulties."

Lan Fei immediately turned her anger into laughter: "You are so anxious to protect her, yet you still say that everything is innocent? I can find you out with just a simple test!"

"..." Yuwen Qi was stunned with shame and anger.

Seeing that he was at a loss for words, Lan Fei recalled sadly, "Back then, when your grandfather died, I was only five years old. Everyone in the village advised your uncle to throw me away, but he raised me anyway. Even though I was half a grown child, he took care of me meticulously. If it weren't for your uncle, I would have become a wandering ghost long ago!"

"Yue Liu is your uncle's only blood. I brought her up by my side and spoiled her until she grew up. But today you embarrassed her in front of the servants, and for a woman who has nothing to do with you."

"Yuwenqi, tell me! Do you still remember what your uncle said to you before he left?"

At this point, Concubine Lan's eyes were filled with tears and she clapped the table excitedly.

Yuwen Qi rarely saw his mother so vulnerable. He was panicked and knelt down hurriedly: "Mother, it's all my fault. I made you sad."

"It's just... I didn't expect that Miss Meng would be in the palace today."

"Why do you think so? She saw that Yuwen Lian was imprisoned, so she wanted to get close to you." Lan Fei sighed: "Do you still think she has true feelings for you?"

"Meng Zhaoge loves you more than she does!"

Yuwen Qi looked indignant, but he could only say with difficulty: "Mother, please calm down. I will go to comfort Yue Liu and then go back to send Miss Meng away."

"Oh, go ahead and don't make me worry anymore." Lan Fei said tiredly.

Yuwen Qi breathed a sigh of relief, nodded immediately, and left the hall.

……

Pingyang.

It was dusk when the Meng family's carriage arrived at the Shen family's old house.

Mrs. Meng was old and exhausted after a day's journey, so she curled up in her room and fell asleep.

But Meng Zhaoge had not returned to Pingyang for a long time. After dinner, he said goodbye to Mo Huan and went out for a walk.

The evening breeze is gentle, the dusk is hazy, and the willow trees beside the moat are fluttering their branches and leaves like a girl's long hair.

The girl was feeling the gentle breeze, and when she passed by a City God Temple, she heard a noisy sound.

"You bastard, you dead monster! I lost so much money today, it must be because of you!"

"Come on, beat him to death today!"

It turned out that he was beaten up by hooligans.

Meng Zhaoge stopped walking. It was already dark, and she couldn't see clearly what was going on. But she could hear a stubborn voice like a rock amid the sounds of beatings: "What does this have to do with me? If you gamble for a long time, you will lose. Haven't you heard that?"

She burst out laughing and thought: This is a tough nut to crack.

However, what those who are tough get are more brutal beatings and dirtier insults from others.

"You are a one-eyed man without parents, and you dare to talk back! Do you want to die?"

"I think you want to drink urine again."

Meng Zhaoge was startled and couldn't help but look back and saw the dark corner.

Sure enough, they were three or two young masters who lost money in gambling and came to vent their anger on the ragged beggar.

She immediately said, "If you continue, I'm afraid this tough guy will be beaten to death by you."

The young man who beat the man paused, turned around and cursed: "Mind your own business! Otherwise, I'll beat you too."

"I'm just reminding you." Meng Zhaoge said calmly, "The imperial envoy will come to Pingyang for inspection soon. If you cause a death at this time, I'm afraid it will not end well."

"That's all I have to say. You can decide for yourselves." After she said that, she seemed to really not care anymore and turned around and left.

Then, count down confidently in your mind: "Three, two, one..."

Sure enough, there was a sound of hurried footsteps behind him, and those arrogant hooligans ran away all of a sudden.

A bunch of idiots who only dare to bully beggars who are powerless. If they really meet a tough guy, they will run away faster than anyone else.

Meng Zhaoge curled his lips in ridicule and didn't take this little matter to heart.

She would help others when she saw injustice, not caring who was being helped, nor doing it for the gratitude of others.

Therefore, she did not look back and just left the same way.

But the little beggar, regardless of his exposed wounds, curled up on the ground and tried his best to raise his head.

But as night fell, the light and shadows became dim, and he could only see the figure walking away.

"Yuan Er!" At this time, a thin figure rushed out from the alley not far away and helped him up.

"They beat you again? That's too much. When will it ever end?"

Yuan Jinglie struggled to stand up, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, but he kept staring ahead, "Ah Sheng, is that the Shen family's old house in the alley ahead?"

Ah Sheng turned his head and took a look: "Yes, since Madam Shen passed away, the old house has been empty. Why are you asking this suddenly?"

"Just now a girl helped me and seemed to be heading to the Shen residence."

"Young lady?" Ah Sheng guessed, "That should be Miss Shen who married to Chai'an and brought her daughter back to pay tribute to the old lady."

He helped him adjust the eye mask on his face, and said excitedly: "By the way, I heard that the second daughter of the Meng family in Chai'an is extremely beautiful!"

Yuan Jinglie didn't care about these, he just murmured: "Who was the one who helped me just now?"

"Of course it's the eldest daughter." Upon hearing this, Ah Sheng said affirmatively: "Ms. Shen only likes the eldest daughter, and the second daughter has never come back with her."

"Miss..."

The boy looked towards the alley with longing.