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The Mansion of the Marquis of Loyalty.

"My Lord, Madam, and my Third Uncle from the Youyang ancestral home are here to see you."

In Rongxi Hall, Xiahou Sangou was plotting something again. At this time, the housekeeper reported the situation.

What? Youyang Old House?

It's not the New Year or any festival, what are they doing here?

"By the way, Yan'er, has the money that was supposed to be sent back to the old house been delivered yet?"

Old Mrs. Xiahou was wondering, when suddenly she thought of a possibility.

Speaking of this, Xiahou Wenyan's face looked very ugly.

"Mother, mother, when my daughter took charge of the household, there was not much money in the account, so, I haven't sent it yet."

"Oh, then it seems that there is no doubt that he is here to ask for money again."

When the old marquis became successful, he promised to take good care of the old house.

Although Xiahou Wenyuan is the clan leader, Third Uncle is the oldest in the clan. Usually, when there are conflicts or disputes among the clan members, as well as major activities such as sacrifices, Third Uncle is the one who presides over justice.

Because he was upright and made reasonable judgments when presiding over disputes, he enjoyed great prestige in the clan.

In previous years, the affairs of the old house in Youyang were all taken care of by the Yun family, and Xiahou Wenyuan didn't have to worry about anything, so he was not particularly clear about the situation in the old house.

All I know is that when the old marquis was alive, he set a rule that one thousand five hundred taels of silver had to be sent to the old house every year.

This money was used to pay for the daily offerings of the ancestral temple and to pay for the family education, such as hiring teachers to buy books and pens. All these expenses were paid from this money.

"Where are they now?"

Although the old woman disliked and looked down on the old people in the tribe, she did not dare to offend them.

"Replying to the old lady, I have already arrived at the small flower hall and am waiting for you."

"Yeah." The old woman responded and looked at Xiahou Wenyuan.

"Yuan'er, you are the clan leader, go and see what they are here for this time. If the silver has not been delivered yet, first check how much money is left in the account, give them a portion first, and then send it back when the interest from the farm is paid."

She passed this hot potato to her son. She was afraid that if there was not enough money in the account, she would have to use her own money to make up for it.

"Yes." Xiahou Wenyuan did not dare to disobey his mother's order, so he agreed, turned around and went to send the people from the old house away.

Small flower hall.

"Xiahou Wenyuan, meet your third uncle."

After greeting, Xiahou Wenyuan realized that besides his third uncle, there were two other elders from the clan who came to the old house. He also greeted them one by one.

The three elders also returned the greeting. Although they were older than Xiahou Wenyuan, he was the patriarch and had to show due courtesy.

Before he opened his mouth to ask why the three elders came to the Marquis' Mansion, he saw the housekeeper leading the eunuch Liu Sanquan from the palace in.

He was already an acquaintance of Liu Sanquan. However, when he saw Liu Sanquan, he remembered that it was he who announced the edict last time, which made him happy for nothing, and the emperor even used a paperweight to hit his head with a big hole.

Now that he saw him, the shadow in his heart spread again.

"We have met the Marquis. May the Marquis be well."

Liu Sanquan was smiling, and it was hard to tell whether he brought good news or bad news.

Xiahou Wenyuan was most afraid of his smiling face and quickly returned the greeting.

"Hello, Eunuch Liu! I wonder if Eunuch Liu has come to the Marquis' Mansion. May I ask what instructions you have?"

"Oh." Liu Sanquan flicked the whisk in his hand, and his smiling face turned serious in an instant.

"The Emperor's oral order: Announce that Xiahou Wenyuan, Marquis of Loyalty, enter the palace immediately."

Upon hearing that it was the emperor's oral order, the three elders of the Xiahou clan hurriedly knelt on the ground and shouted three times to the sky: "Long live the emperor!"

Xiahou Wenyuan also knelt down to receive the order, but the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

Shit, another oral order. Xiahou Wenyuan's muscles had already begun to ache. But he dared not disobey the emperor's order, so he could only bow to the three elders of the clan.

"Third Uncle, there is a message from the palace. What is it? Let's talk about it after I come back from the palace."

Upon hearing this, the three elders waved their hands hastily, "Go quickly, go quickly, the emperor's order cannot be disobeyed, we three will wait for the marquis to come back before we talk."

After entering the palace, Liu Sanquan took Xiahou Wenyuan directly to the imperial study.

Outside the study door, he had carefully tidied his appearance. After entering the imperial study, he did not dare to look around. Feeling nervous, he knelt down to pay his respects.

"Loyal Marquis Xiahou Wenyuan pays respect to His Majesty! Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor! Long, long live the emperor!"

Emperor Dewu saw how quickly he came, snorted, and said calmly: "Stand up!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

He stood up and respectfully stepped aside. Only then did he dare to raise half of his head and look around. He saw Yun and Shihua standing opposite him.

He took a breath of cold air with a "hiss" at the corner of his mouth. Why is she here? Didn't he already confine her to the Marquis' Mansion?

It was not until he saw Yun wearing the imperial crown and robes that he slapped his forehead and wondered how he could have completely forgotten that she was an imperial lady.

Careless, careless.

Looking closely, Yun's face was full of sorrow, her eyes were red, and there were traces of tears in the corners of her eyes. Damn, a bad premonition instantly filled my whole body.

Before he could finish expressing his regret, Emperor Dewu spoke first.

"Lord Zhongyi, I heard that you want to divorce Yun. Is that true?"

At this time, Xiahou Wenyuan realized that Yun had come here to file a complaint with the emperor.

It seems that she is still reluctant to leave the Marquis' Mansion. It will be easier to control her from now on. Well, let's coax her back first.

When the divorce was proposed to her yesterday, Yun reacted violently. In order to avoid losing both her life and money and to ensure that not a single tael of silver from her dowry left the mansion, the mother and her son had already discussed and planned to give her a surprise that would come unexpectedly.

It just so happened that the lotus pond was full of water these days, and the road was slippery in the dark night, so it was normal for someone to slip and fall into the water.

Xiahou Sangou was really crazy because of poverty, and he was planning to kill someone for money and property.

"Uh... Your Majesty, that is true. But I have my own reasons. Yun is unfaithful to her husband, jealous, and even beat me. She is suspected of murdering her husband.

I was terrified, and the Marquis's mansion was in turmoil. I had no other options, so I decided to divorce my wife."

Xiahou Wenyuan spoke without hesitation. Anyway, these things, whether it was infidelity or jealousy and beating him, all happened in the mansion. As for whether it happened or not, it was not up to him to decide.

Even if it really doesn't exist, he can arrange it and make it exist.

The emperor would not be so idle as to take care of these household affairs. He believed it very much.

snort!

Emperor Dewu snorted coldly. This stupid scumbag is so insulting. He really wants to rub his IQ on the ground. Do you really think I am so stupid and so easy to deceive?

"Loyal Marquis, think carefully. Deceiving the emperor is a capital crime. And it will also punish all nine generations of your clan."

The coldness and bloodthirstiness of Emperor Dewu were clearly evident in his tone. Xiahou Wenyuan was sweating profusely.

Oh no, this is going to be a disaster.

But at this time, he had no choice but to continue betting.

"Your Majesty, I dare not."