Red Mansion Daiyu, the Rise of the Lin Family

"That!" "Can I see my brother?" No one spoke in the compound.

Therefore, Lin Yongan's voice stands out.

Everyone looked at Yongan, and Daiyu also held Yongan's hand tightly.

"Yes! When can we see brother?"

"It's inconvenient for his brother to come out. We are his brothers and sisters. Can we go and see him?"

She added these words because she sensed a frightening, familiar aura from the guard at the door.

"Or, Brother Guard, when will my cousin wake up?

"What does cousin like to eat? Can I ask the maid to bring it over?"

Wei Wu stared at the girl with clear eyes, his brows furrowed even tighter, and after thinking for a moment, he put on a friendly expression.

"Master Lin, Miss Lin, I will report to the Master when he wakes up. I think it will be possible."

"I guess it should be OK tonight?" Wei Wu thought, the reason for the hangover, I can't sleep for three days and three nights, right? One day and one night is about right.

If it’s any later, I might not be able to go.

We still have to work out a foolproof plan.

After hearing this, Lin Daiyu smiled slightly and thought,

I'll give you one more day!

Whether it is a ghost or a distinguished guest, it will always show up.

Don't blame me for being rude then.

It’s time to send her away. She is four years old now and is still breastfeeding.

Damn the parrot! I don't know where it went. Did it go to Hanshan Temple and get beaten to death for its chattering? Or was it eaten by a dead eagle?

Did he elope with that dead eagle?

Chills! Just thinking about it makes me excited. Lin Daiyu even despises herself a little.

After taking two breaths, she said, "I am the daughter of an official. I am the daughter of an official."

Be careful about your words and actions, they are the best protective color! Hehe!

Thinking of this, she pulled Yongan's hand and said, "Let's go!"

Yongan shouted without giving up, "Don't forget to tell your brother that I have a big eagle kite. When he gets better, I will play with him."

After shouting, he followed his mother and sister and left.

Madam Rong did not leave with them. She felt that they could not wait any longer and the plan had to be implemented now.

It's inconvenient to go whoring and gambling. This guy doesn't go out either. He eats and drinks first. Isn't he drunk? He looks like a drunkard.

I'll give you some hangover soup with extra ingredients, and all the meals will have extra ingredients.

Thinking of this, Madam Rong turned and ran to the kitchen.

"In the east wing, at my cousin's place, arrange for the daily special meal."

……

So, a bowl of sobering soup was placed in front of Mu Haoyan, the prince of the East Wing, now Jia Lin.

There were also sumptuous meals, including squirrel mandarin fish, barbel lung soup, fried eel paste, and deep-fried duck... the table was filled to the brim.

"Master, I've tried it all, and it's not poisonous."

"However, the Lin family's breakfast is quite greasy!" Wei Wu and others sighed in their hearts as they looked at the lying prince.

The prince on the bed clenched his fists tightly, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Abandoned again!" "Get out of here!"

"When I woke up, I changed from a prince to a despised young master!"

"Five years! The Lin family wants to control me for five years? I think my mother is desperate and is trying all kinds of tricks!"

Humph……

There's something even more disgusting... Mu Haoyan didn't know what he was thinking about, but his chest felt stuffy and he felt so nauseous that his throat felt sore.

He gripped the edge of the bed tightly with both hands, and the veins in his hands ached slightly.

Mu Haoyan's memory is still lingering on the excruciating pain he felt last night.

Twenty military sticks, how cruel! A man in the prime of his life in the army would be disabled for ten days or half a month after being beaten with twenty military sticks.

She never showed mercy to her own son! She also never showed mercy to anyone.

As far as I can remember, my mother was always followed by more than a dozen concubines, all of whom were dressed gorgeously.

She held her head high with a noble and cool look, admiring the worship of concubines and maids, and supervising and managing everything under her command.

One call and a hundred responses. She is truly a majestic female general.

He even took pleasure in making his concubines perform and compete for favor. Yes, competing for favor, he was competing for the favor of the princess.

Without this favor, who knows what might happen during meals or at night.

A favored concubine can follow her around, enjoy the envious looks of others, fine clothes and delicious food, and praise and approval.

Her management scope includes her husband, son and daughter.

My father and mother are one of the most loving couples in this country, but they rarely say a few words to each other in private.

My father disliked my mother's strict discipline, so he brought in concubines one after another, claiming that he wanted to expand his family, but in reality he was just greedy for her tenderness and wanted to avoid his mother.

My father happily kept sowing seeds, and my mother patiently kept pulling up the seedlings.

Concubines were never beaten to death, but often injured. Injured concubines also had to pay respects on time and stand for a sufficient period of time.

She liked most to watch concubines lowering their heads to serve food, trembling as they lifted the curtain, or kneeling and kowtowing.

He liked to eat half of the food and watch his concubines swallow it.

My son felt sick when he saw this.

So much so that in the eyes of her own son, his mother, the princess, was not like a mother but more like a general, and her army consisted of concubines, maids, and old women.

What are the rules of the palace? It depends on the princess's likes and dislikes.

I guess the mother is also afraid of accidentally hurting her son?

Those concubines all look humble and obedient, but who knows what evil thoughts are lurking in their hearts.

So as soon as her son was born, she handed him to the only wet nurse she trusted.

Sent to a side yard, before the age of three, like a weed, with only a nurse and a servant, it grew well.

After the age of three, there is only training, precise to the time and moment, what to do, and to what extent.

Father and mother, I can only see them at family dinners.

Jiayan himself is the perfect screen, playing the role of a good and obedient prince.

Those women, yes, including my mother, they are all those women.

The way they looked at me were like those of wolves. They needed this piece of meat from me so that they could continue to enjoy the glory.

When I was three years old, my father brought me a gift.

My father is always busy, either running errands or sowing seeds.

Only Eagle has been with me for seven years. It is with me when I am happy, and when I am sad. It is with me when I am asleep, and it is with me when I wake up.

What do the servants do, what does the wet nurse do?

They told him about their father's greatness, how bravely he killed the enemies, and how great his military achievements were.

How virtuous my mother was, and how she helped the royal family to expand and take in concubines.

No matter how strict the management of the palace was, it was impervious to any leaks. Any maid in the house could be sent out to work as a tutor for a young lady in an official's family.

Yes! What a splendid palace!

Thinking of this, Mu Haoyan picked up the hangover soup on the table and drank it all.

Isn't it just adding ingredients? It's too simple.

He had drunk everything in the palace, including poison, let alone this...

In the end, the brave and fearless father died in battle, and the mother's grief was fleeting.

He found that his mother was more energetic, and the look in her eyes when she looked at him was filled with scrutiny, doubt, and inexplicable excitement.

He hated this home even more and couldn't stay here for a moment longer.

Go to the military camp and fight for your father. Bring along Brother Ying, your comrade-in-arms.

When he thought of Brother Ying, he thought of that hateful hand and those smiling eyes.

The head being touched, and the parrot holding feathers. Standing, lying, ...

Ah! Thinking of this, the prince's face turned red, and his back was itchy and painful...