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Su Shihui, who was imprisoned in the Songtao Courtyard, stared at the two strong young men outside the courtyard with serious eyes, and his heart was like a knife.Thinking back when he disappeared and came back, his father Su Shunyu just greeted him lightly and didn't pay him much attention at all.After he came back, he often heard from servants in the mansion that his father wanted to make Su Shiliang his son, and this news made Su Shihui even more irritable.

Fortunately, Su Shunyu didn't ask a doctor to treat his insanity in order to save face, otherwise his reputation would be completely ruined.Su Shihui suppressed the anger in his heart and stomped in the yard. His mother fainted and didn't know what happened.When it was completely dark, Su Shihui pushed the door to come out, and two servants stood in front of him, looking at him in embarrassment, one of them said: "My lord, Lord Hou has ordered you to take care of me."

Su Shihui stared at him coldly, the boy was sweating on his forehead, and Su Shihui said: "Hmph, don't think that I will lose power if Lord Hou locks me up. I am the legitimate son of Weiyuan Houfu, Su Shiliang That little bastard has a mother like that, will Lord Hou make a son raised by a female cousin as his son? Get out of here."

The two young servants looked at each other, bowed their heads and stepped back, the eldest son was right, although Su Shiliang was good, but Aunt Liu's background was flawed.It is uncertain who the future master of Hou Mansion will be.

Su Shihui hurriedly came to Mrs. Yu's courtyard. As soon as he entered the house, he saw his mother weeping secretly. Su Shihui took a deep breath and felt that only his mother was reliable and treated him best. "Mother, are you feeling better?"

Mrs. Yu raised her head and saw her son, whimpering and tears flowed even more fiercely. While wiping the tears for Mrs. Yu, Wang Momo also cried: "Miss, don't cry, the son is here to see you?"

Su Shihui stepped forward to support Mrs. Yu's arm, turned his head and said, "Nurse, go outside and help us guard, I have something to tell my mother."

Nanny Wang glanced at him, bowed and stepped back.

"Son, what should we do from now on? The Marquis locked you up today, didn't he make it clear that he wants to dislike you? I'm not willing to give the position of son to that bitch son of Liu Rushi!" Mrs. Yu pulled her son's hand hands crying.

"Mother, my father doesn't have me as a son in his eyes at all. It's really chilling to treat me so mercilessly today." Su Shihui looked resentful.

"But what can you do, you are your father! You can't disobey him." Madam Yu said, wiping away her tears.

"If Aunt Liu gains power, there will be no way for us to survive. We can't sit and wait for death."

"What do you want?" Mrs. Yu's heart skipped a beat, "Are you going to attack that bitch and her son? As long as we get rid of them, no one will hinder us." The more Mrs. Yu said, the more she felt that it was feasible, and her eyes lit up He got up, and then went dark again, "Mr. Hou protected those whore mother and son tightly, and there was no chance to strike. She blocked them several times before."

Su Shihui frowned and looked at Mrs. Yu, and said, "Mother, stop meddling, don't you understand? Even if there is no Aunt Liu and Aunt Zhang and Aunt Chen, Master Fan has a little pity for you and me. You wouldn't treat us like this."

"What do you want to do?" Madam Yu's face was pale, and she pointed at Su Shihui with trembling hands, "Do you want to..."

As soon as Su Shihui saw his wife, he knew that she was thinking wrong, and he couldn't laugh or cry: "Where are you thinking, he is my father anyway, not to mention that Lord Hou has always had a sacred heart, only the living Weiyuanhou is the most valuable. "

"What on earth do you want to do? Tell your mother about it, and I'm ready." Mrs. Yu's heart relaxed, she didn't want her son to be a disobedient and unfilial son who killed his father.

"Mother, where will Lord Hou rest tonight?"

"Where can it be? It's not at Aunt Liu's vixen's place. I must go to comfort her. That's right. Now Su Zhaoxue is very useful. Master Hou will definitely obey Aunt Liu during this time." Although Madam was weeping sadly in the courtyard, no disturbance in the backyard of the Hou Mansion could escape her ears, and this had become her survival instinct.

"Then ask mother to remove the guards in father's study room. I'm going to check out his study room tonight. Huh, even your wife has never entered father's study room." Su Shunyu's study room is strictly forbidden for others to approach. Only the housekeeper Liu Shan went in and out of the study, and everyone else was delusional, even Aunt Liu was the same.

"What do you want to do?" Mrs. Yu is not a fool. Su Shihui knew what he wanted to do just by mentioning it a little bit, "My son, we are a family with Lord Hou, and we can't escape the word Su. If something happens to Master Hou , you can still get it? The study is important, you should not go. The Marquis has some secrets, so you don’t want our Marquis’s old life if you do this? Do you still want to be the heir? "

"Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to Weiyuan Marquis's Mansion. You also know that the eldest prince is in high position right now, and when he needs help, the eldest prince keeps trying to win over the Marquis, but his father doesn't care at all. The prince knows that his father will definitely submit. The relationship between the third son and his son is the best now. If the eldest prince ascends to the throne at the end, wouldn’t the position of the son be easily obtained? Just because Aunt Liu wanted to send Su Zhaoxue to please others, how useful would it be? I don’t think Su Zhaoxue is a fuel-efficient lamp, if in the end she can’t please others, but instead brings disaster to the Houfu, then it’s too bad? Is there anything more powerful than forming an alliance with the First Prince?”

Su Shihui is not a fool at all. The eldest prince's third son, Song Bingrui, has been neglected by the eldest prince since he disappeared and couldn't tell the eldest prince where he went.He and Song Bingrui Xie Ji suffered together, kept silent about the matter, and they all had each other's handles. The alliance of the three was more reliable than before.But after Song Bingrui returned to the First Prince's Mansion, he realized that his position in the First Prince's heart was not as high as he imagined.Song Bingrui deeply felt the importance of power after going through this difficulty, and he decided to fight for the throne by himself, which might have been a joke before.But it’s different now, they have immeasurable celestial masters, and they know what the emperor recruited them into the palace. Which emperor who has been practicing alchemy since ancient times wants to live forever?If used properly, Song Bingrui might not be able to ascend the throne if the emperor issued an edict.

Su Shihui, who was on the same front as Song Bingrui, naturally wanted to help him win the relationship, so his eyes were naturally on his father Su Shunyu, but he had made insinuations before, but was ignored by Su Shunyu. After what happened today, Su Shihui felt that since the win-win was not possible, Then let's be tough, with Su Shunyu's tricks in hand, his father will definitely join the third son Song Bingrui more automatically.

Mrs. Yu was moved when she heard her son's explanation, she smiled and said: "My son has finally opened his mind. If this happens, not only will the eldest prince get help, but my son's position will also be more secure, with the weakness of Lord Hou in hand." , he will definitely not deal with us girls easily." The mother and son looked at each other and smiled.

After all, Mrs. Yu is the serious master of the Hou Mansion. She has controlled the backyard for many years, and she is very clear about the relatives of the slaves in the mansion. Snack and drink to see him.

The guards had guarded the study room for so many years without any accidents, they were all inadvertently recruited, and were stunned by the drug.Su Shihui entered Su Shunyu's study smoothly.