The soft and sticky crown princess is reborn and throws herself into the arms of the crown prince

Seeing that Yan Ping was still hesitant and wavering, Yan Yu became extremely angry.

Then he sat back down, crossed his legs and looked like a bad boy.

He said to Yan Ping in a threatening tone: "Aunt, if you don't tell me, I won't support you in your old age. You can find whoever you want."

"Think about it carefully. Apart from me, your only relative is Uncle Yan. But Uncle Yan might die before you. Then you won't even have anyone to collect his body."

After saying that, he turned his head away like a big boss and no longer looked at Yanping.

Mu Yunchen and Mu Peiyun looked at each other and raised their eyebrows. What a brat.

However, only this brat can perhaps make this old lady Yan plead guilty and surrender.

After all, what people care about most in their life is to die in peace!

Upon hearing this, Yan Ping looked at Yan Yu in surprise, and then she became very angry when she saw his disrespectful attitude.

He covered his chest, unable to speak for a long time because of the pain.

Seeing that Yan Ping still didn't intend to tell the truth, he looked like he was determined to fight this matter to the end.

Yan Yu was a fool and obviously didn't understand the trick.

Mu Peiyun looked a little serious. He picked up the tea beside him and took a sip, then looked at Yan Ping and Yan Yu seriously.

"Aunt Yan, you and your brother have been pretending not to know each other for so many years because of this matter. Don't you want him to change his surname back to Yan?"

"Are you willing to let the male offspring of your Yan family never marry into the Yan family, and never enter the Yan family ancestral hall after death?"

"Besides, I think your house needs repairs. It must be uncomfortable to live in when it's windy and rainy."

"But why not repair it..."

When this was mentioned, Yan Yuke became excited, and immediately sat up straight and flattered: "It's not that I don't have money, my lord."

Mu Peiyun smiled and said, "That's right, Aunt Yan, you don't even have the money to repair the house, but you have sacrificed so much for her.

Such a big thing was concealed, and she, as Yao Jue's daughter, your niece, enjoyed all the splendor and wealth in the palace alone, without even spending a little money to buy something for you."

"If it were me, I would definitely take good care of the two elders and find a respectable job for my cousin."

As she spoke, Mu Peiyun looked at Yan Yu meaningfully. Even Yan Ping couldn't be persuaded by these words.

But for the greedy Yan Yu, this is not something to be angry about.

However, Yan Ping didn't seem to be a good person. After Mu Peiyun finished speaking, the expression on her face suddenly changed.

Yes, after so many years, Jue's younger brother changed his surname, and the blood of the Yan family became the Yao family. If her parents were still alive and knew what they had done, how could she have the face to see them?

And all of this was because of Suning, who was greedy for fame and fortune. On the one hand, he coaxed his younger brother, but on the other hand, he was unwilling to marry him.

Finally, I came up with this compromise.

It is said that as the blood of their family, they must not endure these hardships. If they were born in the Prime Minister's Mansion, they could change their fate.

But now, she has changed her fate, but let her family live in this miserable life.

Why?

Absolutely impossible!

"Girl, who are you and what do you want to know? What good can it do if I tell you?"

When Mu Peiyun heard Yan Ping ask this, she knew that she had finally given in.

On the other side, Bi Shiqi and Zi Yi were in a situation where arriving at the right time was better than arriving early.

As soon as the two men rushed to the roof of Yao Jue's house, they heard a loud noise and screams coming from inside the house.

Bi Shiqi hurriedly pushed aside the bricks and tiles and looked down, and saw Yao Jue being pinned on the table by several big men.

There was another person who probably used whatever was available at hand, and picked up a large kitchen knife, which he placed in front of Yao Jue. Yao Jue was almost frightened out of his wits.

Yao Jue kept whimpering, his face full of fear.

There was a person sitting opposite, looking very relaxed, with one foot on the table.

But what came out was terrifying.

"Old man, if you don't have money, don't go to the gambling house. Look, now I want you to pay me back, but you don't have any. I want to chop off your hand, but you're afraid of the pain. What do you want me to do?"

"Mr. Fan, I...I really don't have any money left. You've already searched my house thoroughly, and I really don't have any."

As Yao Jue said this, he tried to get up from the table, but as soon as he moved his head, he was pushed back down with even greater force.

Upon hearing this, the man opposite became furious and slapped the table hard.

He stared at Yao Jue fiercely: "You won't return it if you don't have it?"

As he spoke, he took out a promissory note from somewhere, lifted Yao Kui's hair and put it in front of him.

"Look, is this your own signature and seal? I borrowed fifty taels from the gambling house. You must pay it back within three days. If you can't pay it back, I'll chop off your hands."

"Look carefully, is this your own fingerprint?"

Yao Jue's head was strangled, and he could only stare with his eyes wide open. But after a while, he became excited again: "Why is there interest behind this? There was no interest when I borrowed it."

Already, in just three days, the interest has reached one hundred taels, twice as much as the principal.

He doesn't even have fifty taels, let alone one hundred and fifty taels?

"Shut up, one hundred and fifty taels, are you going to pay it back or not?"

Yao Jue shook his head in horror and difficulty. It was not that he did not want to return it, but the price was so high that he did not have it!

As soon as the voice fell, the man on the opposite side waved his hand and said in a feather-light tone: "Chop~"

In an instant, the men picked up the kitchen knife and were determined to chop off Yao Jue's right hand no matter how he struggled and shouted.

Bi Shiqi saw that the opportunity had come and was about to go down to rescue Yao Jue, but the person next to him moved faster than him.

Before Bi Shiqi could make any move, he saw a hole next to him. Zi Yi had already landed on the ground and picked up Yao Kui and threw him behind him.

The kitchen knife that was about to cut off Yao Jue's right hand was now firmly stuck on the table.

Yao Jue felt like he had survived a calamity and was breathing heavily behind Zi Yi.

Zi Yi crossed her arms, looked at the other side with a smile and said: "Mr. Fan, it would be a bit scary if you ran into someone's house in the middle of the night and stomped your hands and feet~"

When he saw the acquaintance, the expression on Fan Zhuangjia's face froze at first, and then changed into a flattering look.

He stood up and walked towards Ziyi: "It's Miss Ziyi, what brings you here?"

When these words were spoken, even the subordinates behind Fan Zhuangjia were surprised. Where did this little girl come from, and how could she be so respected by their boss?

Even Bi Shiqi, who was about to follow down to protect Zi Yi, was a little confused and immediately changed his mind and continued to watch from the roof.

Seeing someone gradually approaching her, Zi Yi took two steps back and looked at Fan Zhuangjia with a smile.

"Brother Fan, just give me some face and spare this man tonight. I am useful."

"But don't worry, I will have Yao Zhixue's men pay off his gambling debts to you one day."

"You won't lose money on this deal."