I was chased by my sickly junior brother who had two lives

Chen Jia didn't want to give Chen Jue any hope, so she turned and left, leaving Chen Jue hugging his knees and crying in grievance.

He knew that Chen Jia would definitely bring sobering soup to Wei Lang tonight, so he wanted to know what Wei Lang said to her. However, when he stood at the door and heard it, he couldn't help but show up. He didn't want Wei Lang to continue talking, he was so jealous.

However, when he showed up jealously, he found that Wei Lang had changed. He was no longer as generous and gentle as he had seen before. Instead, he was stingy and straightforward and asked his sister to give up on him and date Wei Lang!

At this moment, he felt the feeling of being slapped hard in the face, and he swore that he never wanted to experience this kind of pain again.

Strength, only with enough strength, what happened tonight would not happen again. He had to get himself up as soon as possible.

As the night drew to a close and dawn came, Wei Lang had breakfast with Chen Jia and Chen Jue. The three of them chatted and laughed as if nothing had happened the night before.

At this time, a servant who looked like a boy ran in hurriedly, "Oh no, girl, Yang Xiu's family is here to cause trouble."

Yang Xiu's family? !

Chen Jia stood up suddenly. They had already divorced, so what were Yang Xiu's family members doing here?

Chen Jia walked out without thinking. Wei Lang and Chen Jue's smiles disappeared instantly, and they came to the door with cold faces.

I saw an old lady sitting on the street outside the door, crying and beating the ground.

"Chen Jia, you are such an unfilial daughter-in-law! In order to marry into the Hedong Wei family, you cruelly abandoned my son! My son was so blind that he spent so much betrothal gifts to marry a traitor who stole the money of her husband's family! Goddess, please open your eyes and take a look!"

When the door opened, Chen Jia just happened to see the old lady making a scene in Duke Zhao's mansion.

Chen Jia looked cold and asked unhappily, "What are you doing here?"

Hearing Chen Jia's voice, the old lady immediately got up from the ground. She tried her best to squeeze in front of Chen Jia, but was stopped by Duke Zhao's guards.

"Chen Jia, please return the betrothal gift my son gave you!"

"bride price?"

"My son spent two hundred taels of gold to marry you. You must return our money!"

Two hundred taels of gold! ?

Chen Jia snorted coldly. Is Yang Xiu's mother crazy? She lies without thinking!

Chen Jia said bluntly: "On the day of the divorce, I took away my own dowry. As for the betrothal gifts given by your family, I just want to say that the betrothal gift list is still in Minister Chen's mansion. If you feel that there is anything missing, you can go to Minister Chen's mansion."

"Minister Chen said that he had already converted the betrothal gift into silver and gave it to you."

"Silver? Not gold?"

"No, it's gold, the gold that Minister Chen folded!"

"Are you sure that Minister Chen will give it to me in gold?"

"Of course, how could I not know about my family's affairs? I was personally in charge of the betrothal gifts at that time!"

"Do you know how much two hundred taels is? Two hundred taels of gold is something that Minister Chen may not be able to earn even after being an official for twenty years."

"This money doesn't belong to Minister Chen. It's our betrothal gift to you! Don't bring other people into this!"

"Who is Yang Xiu? How could a poor man like him get two hundred taels of gold? Did he embezzle all the money in the Huaiyang warehouse when he was the garrison commander of Huaiyang, or did he get the bonus from selling Shouchun City?"

"I don't understand what you mean by this! I only know that you have to pay me back today!"

"Don't understand? It doesn't matter." Chen Jia pointed at the two junior officials wearing Dali Temple robes behind him, "Behind me is the junior official of Dali Temple. He can enforce the law impartially."

"I'm asking you for money, what does it have to do with them?"

Chen Jia laughed. She was speechless at this uneducated and unreasonable old lady. "Yang Xiu embezzled Daliang's property. This is dereliction of duty. Of course, the Dali Temple should investigate."

"Investigate?!" The old lady was frightened by these two words. She immediately stood up and pointed at Chen Jia angrily, "What a cruel woman! You actually want to send your man to jail! How can there be such a heartless bastard like you in this world!"

"I divorced Yang Xiu yesterday, old lady, please be aware of your identity."

"Humph, divorce again? You are still my son's old slut! What's wrong? You are a divorced woman, a stinky woman that no one wants, and you don't want people to say anything about it?"

The old lady had just said this when Wei Lang's voice was full of intimidation. "The girl from the Chen family is the eldest daughter of the Duke of Zhao's mansion. Old lady, if you make trouble in front of the Duke's mansion, your son will not be able to bear the consequences."

"What are the consequences?" The old lady pointed at Wei Lang. She needed a large sum of money to marry her daughter-in-law today. She couldn't let herself be outdone by the wife of Marquis Minyang. As long as she could get the money, she didn't care about face. "She betrayed my son for an adulterer like you. How dare you pretend to be a decent person in front of me?"

Chen Jue said sarcastically, "Old Madam, you should know clearly what the Dali Temple does."

Chen Jue pointed at Wei Lang beside him and continued, "The eldest son of the Hedong Wei family, the eldest son of the first family in Daliang, and the future patriarch of the Wei family. If you offend him, there are many people in the three provinces and six ministries who will express sympathy to the Wei family! You don't want to be bullied everywhere like your son, do you?"

"Wearing small shoes?"

Chen Jue looked at the sudden change in the old lady's expression, and his voice was filled with a deeper layer of sarcasm, "No noble family will allow a low-ranking poor family to make a scene in front of their gate. Killing one person to warn the rest is common. But it doesn't matter, you are famous. No rich family will be willing to associate with Yang Xiu in the future."

The old lady's heart beat faster and she began to realize the seriousness of the matter, but she turned her nervousness into complaints against Chen Jia.

"I told you long ago that you, an orphan girl, are a jinx! Not only did you take away our family's money, but you also made it difficult for your man to move! Our Yang family must be so unlucky to marry a jinx like you!"

Wei Lang raised his voice a little, "Old Madam, I don't mind having a trial at the Dali Temple. Would you accompany me to the Dali Temple?"

"Go to the Dali Temple? No, I won't go! I'm innocent, what am I going to do there?"

"Yesterday, Chen and Yang Xiu divorced. I was ordered to supervise the matter. I was in charge of the whole matter. Now that you have objections, you must go to the Dali Temple for a trial. After all, it is His Majesty who is supervising the matter. I must also submit all your questions and wait for His Majesty to make a decision."

"No, I'm not going!"

"So you have no objection?"

"What? The point? The reason I came here is to get money! She owes me money!"

Chen Jue chuckled, "Brother Lang means, do you have anything else to say? If you still think my sister owes you money, then go to the Dali Temple and have a good chat. If you don't think there's a problem, then shut up!"

The Wei family's carriage stopped. The old lady looked at Wei Lang's luxurious carriage and her heart beat faster.

"I……"

The old lady looked at Chen Jia, then at Wei Lang. She wanted to say something else, but she saw Yang Xiu coming towards her on a fast horse.

Yang Xiu dismounted from his horse and slapped his sister Yang Hui, who was watching the fun in the crowd. Yang Hui fell to the ground, and the old lady helped her daughter up with a distressed look.

"Xiu'er, what are you doing!?"

Yang Xiu ignored the old lady and bowed to Wei Lang, "Sir Wei, I am late. I hope you can spare my mother for once, considering her old age and mental impairment."

Wei Lang stared at Yang Xiu with his eyes half-closed. Yang Xiu could feel Wei Lang's anger and drops of sweat slid down his cheeks.