After the divorce, the four big guys became my servants

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at Meiyuan, he ran into Meng Zhaoge.

Meng Zhaoge's eyes were red, and his thin body was like a piece of paper that could be broken at the slightest touch.

Li Liang hurriedly greeted: "Your servant greets the princess."

Meng Zhaoge glanced at him breathlessly: "What's the matter?"

Meeting her was a bit unexpected. In a hurry, Li Liang blurted out: "The prince learned the bad news about Miss Meng and asked me to come... to see the queen."

Hearing this, tears welled up in Meng Zhaoge's eyes again.

"Go back and thank the prince for his concern. My sister has suddenly fallen ill, and I have to go back to attend her funeral..."

Li Liang didn't dare to look up: "Yes... Your Majesty, please accept my condolences."

After saying that, she left trembling with the support of Mo Huan.

Yuan Jinglie also followed her and looked back at Li Liang who had ulterior motives.

Until the three of them left the Prince of Jing's Mansion and got on the carriage.

Meng Zhaoge's fragile expression turned cold in an instant.

The atmosphere in the carriage was still solemn. Yuan Jinglie looked at her anxiously and asked, "Sister, are you really going to the Meng Mansion?"

"If I don't go, everyone in this city will stab me in the back." Meng Zhaoge said lightly.

Yuan Jinglie said nothing more.

The coachman outside started driving and the carriage moved slowly on the road.

Meng Zhaoge lifted the curtain and took a look at the scene outside, his eyes filled with the joy of revenge.

——Meng Changning, you are the first one. Soon, Yuwen Qi will be your companion.

After a while, the carriage stopped in front of General Mingxi's mansion.

Meng Zhaoge was helped out of the car by Mo Huan. She looked frail and kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

"Sister, sister..." She cried softly.

Just as she was about to enter the mansion, four fierce-looking old women stopped her.

"Princess, please go back."

Meng Zhaoge stopped crying and looked at those people in surprise: "Why? I'm here to pay my respects to my sister, why won't you let me in?"

The black-faced woman in the lead crossed her arms and said coldly, "We servants are following orders. Please don't make things difficult for us, Your Majesty."

Yuan Jinglie's eyes were sinister: "Do you know who you are talking to?"

"So what? We only recognize the general and his wife." The black-faced woman narrowed her eyes and said, "If you don't leave, then we won't be polite either."

Mo Huan was annoyed: "How rude of you want to be!"

The black-faced woman curled her lips insidiously and lowered her voice: "If we shout loudly, saying that the queen seduced my son and cheated my family of money, do you think those passers-by will believe it?"

"I'm afraid your Majesty will have to take some time to explain."

Meng Zhaoge secretly clenched his palms.

What does it mean to make groundless accusations and spread false information? The spread of rumors is often the simplest.

If this woman really does this, her romantic scandal will spread throughout Chai'an tomorrow.

Meng Zhaoge could only wipe away her tears and said softly, "It seems that my parents don't want to see me, so I won't bother them anymore."

The carriage from Prince Jing's mansion immediately turned around and left.

"What do the master and the mistress mean? They won't even let the young lady go to the mourning hall!" Mo Huan was indignant in the carriage.

Meng Zhaoge sneered: "I just want the whole city to call me cold-blooded and heartless."

Mo Huan was shocked: "What should we do then?"

Meng Zhaoge pressed his eyebrows and said, "Let's take it one step at a time. I can't just force my way in."

She would never gamble her reputation with those shameless women.

The carriage returned to Prince Jing's Mansion.

Meng Zhaoge was very depressed about this matter and couldn't think of a solution for a while.

She always felt that the Meng family's methods were more than that.

Sure enough, on the next day, just after she got up and washed, she heard A'lu's panicked voice outside.

"Oh no, Your Majesty! A group of people came to the palace to cause trouble!" A'lu rushed in breathlessly, looking uneasy.

"Those people kept scolding you for being heartless, and the two guards at the door could hardly stop them. Madam, do you want to arrest them? Hand them over to the Dali Temple?"

Meng Zhaoge's expression was as dark as ink: "No, if we arrest him, the public resentment will only increase."

She simply stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll go take a look first."

Of course, he didn't go to the door, but went up to the attic and looked at the group of people from afar.

There were men and women, each carrying a basket of rotten vegetable leaves and throwing them at the gate of the palace and on the faces of the servants.

While throwing it, he argued: "Miss Meng is dead, and the princess is hiding in the palace and sleeping! Does she have any conscience?"

"You are so heartless, even God is watching you!"

"I think Miss Meng's death might have something to do with the princess."

"Yes, otherwise why would she not dare to go to the funeral home to see off the young lady?"

Each of them spoke with certainty, as if scolding Meng Zhaoge to death could show their kindness.

Even these rumors are no longer satisfied with just scolding her for being heartless.

The rumor that she deliberately killed Meng Changning has been spreading like wildfire.

Meng Zhaoge just watched all this with an expressionless face.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in her sight. The young man said in a gloomy voice: "Are you going to leave or not?"

"Why should we leave? Who are you?"

"Princess, you did something immoral, and you're still afraid of what others will say?"

Yuan Jinglie glanced at the crowd indifferently. There were countless hideous faces.

There was a fierce look in his eyes. He stopped talking to them and suddenly rolled up his sleeves.

On that arm, there were dense patches of chickenpox.

Everyone looked closely, but before they could react, someone shouted, "It's smallpox!"

"What! Smallpox?"

"Don't come here, don't come here!"

Everyone was frightened.

Yuan Jinglie smiled and slowly approached them: "You're not going to leave, what are you afraid of?"

"Don't come over here!" A group of people who were causing trouble looked nervous, as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

They were simply hired to cause trouble. They were not afraid of being caught and beaten with boards, but they were afraid of getting smallpox!

Yuan Jinglie walked forward, smiling: "I am alone with smallpox, and I feel lonely. You are really kind-hearted and willing to accompany me."

"Who's willing to accompany you!" Someone screamed, "I...I'm leaving first! It's none of my business!"

"I...I'm leaving too, don't look for me!"

In a short while, the group of people who had been so ferocious just now all ran away in panic.

Yuan Jinglie sneered: "A bunch of idiots."

The young man easily scared away a group of scoundrels.

He turned around and went back to the palace. The servants in the palace were frightened and stepped back, but they did not dare to ask him to stop.

The expressions of several people were wonderful.

Yuan Jinglie raised his arm and picked off a smallpox patch in front of them.

He chuckled maliciously: "It's fake, you believe it?"

Then he walked away, leaving the gatekeepers looking at each other in bewilderment.

The young man went straight back to Meiyuan, and coincidentally, Meng Zhaoge had just returned.

"Sister!" Yuan Jinglie looked at her back and trotted over with a smug smile on his face.

"I've driven them all away, don't worry, sister." The way he looked at her was like the spring sunshine in March.

Meng Zhaoge looked at the boy's lively expression, his eyes feeling sour.

This is a person who was saved by her and is therefore willing to give her his whole heart.

He is grateful and so sincere and kind.