The pretty widow is addicted to money, and the little wolfdog asks for a hug

In any case, Gu Qinghuai got the news about Princess Leyang.

Princess Leyang's two children have not been sent away yet, so there is still time.

After Gu Qinghuai returned to Hua Mansion, he did not tell Qi Yuanxiu about these things.

Qi Yuanxiu had always wanted to meet Princess Leyang, but he was afraid of being discovered by someone who was following him, so he kept it to himself.

Gu Qinghuai decided to meet Princess Leyang first, and then find a way to get Qi Yuanxiu to meet her.

Yanfu.

Prime Minister Yan and Madam Yan sat in the main seats, and a tall and thin young man sat on the left.

This young man is Princess Leyang’s husband, the Prince Consort Yan Nanbai.

Yan Nanbai has a handsome appearance, with a small mole on his high nose bridge. He has a gentle and elegant temperament, but his eyes are bloodshot and his face is full of fatigue.

"I wonder why my father and mother are looking for their son?" Yan Nanbai's voice sounded a little tired.

Yan Xiang was angry when he saw his dying look, "Why, as parents, can't we look for our own son if nothing happens?"

"That's not what I meant," Yan Nanbai explained in a gentle voice.

Madam Yan glared at Prime Minister Yan and said with a loving smile, "Bai'er, you don't have an official position in the imperial capital now, so your father wants to ask General Cen in Southern Xinjiang to find you a military position. You should hone your skills in the army for a few years first, and your father and elder brother will find a way to transfer you back to the imperial capital in the future."

Yan Nanbai's face changed drastically, and he stood up from his chair, questioning in a trembling voice: "Dad and Mom, are you trying to separate Le Yang and me? If I'm not in the imperial capital, I don't know what kind of life Le Yang and the two children will have. Dad and Mom are really calculating!"

"Bang!" Minister Yan slammed the square table beside him, causing the teacup to clang and splash all over the surface. "You know Qi Leyang's situation! Now that the emperor is here, she can still live. Once..." Minister Yan lowered his voice, "once the third prince takes the throne, do you think she still has a chance to survive? Our Yan family will definitely be implicated!"

"In that case, my son will take Le Yang and the two children away and announce to the whole city that we will sever ties with the Yan family!" Yan Nanbai's expression was firm, and his hands were clenched into fists.

Mrs. Yan's tears immediately overflowed from her eyes, "Yan Nanbai, you are such an unfilial son! You...you don't want me to live! Isn't it just a woman? I will find you ten or eight women who are younger and prettier than Qi Leyang!"

"No matter how many women you find, my son doesn't care, because there is only one Qi Leyang!" Yan Nanbai's eyes were red.

He and Le Yang were childhood sweethearts. At that time, Le Yang was the most dazzling woman in the entire imperial capital. When Le Yang agreed to marry him, countless sons of noble families envied him, and he was so happy.

Le Yang, who was so dazzling, became his wife. Now that Mingzhu has fallen into the dust, he will definitely not let Le Yang lose.

Yan Xiang was so angry that his face turned blue, "Women's kindness! You are useless!"

"Dad and Mom, I am indeed a loser. When everyone was pursuing profit and avoiding harm, I stuck to my own choice. Please just pretend that you have never given birth to a son like me. I will repay you for your kindness in my next life!" Yan Nanbai knelt down facing Prime Minister Yan and Madam Yan, kowtowed three times, then stood up and left.

"Stop! Stop right there!" Yan Xiang stood up and shouted angrily.

Yan Nanbai still didn't look back, but strode forward. His thin back looked thin and resolute in the sunlight.

Yan Xiang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Yan Qi!"

A man in black flashed down from the beam, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands together and said, "I'm here!"

Yan Xiang ordered with a cold face: "Knock the Third Young Master unconscious and send him to Southern Xinjiang tonight! He is not allowed to return to the imperial capital without my order."

"Yes!" Yan Qi dodged and left.

Yan Nanbai walked through the winding corridor and was about to return to the west corner courtyard when he was suddenly slashed on the back of his neck. His eyes rolled back and he fainted. In the west corner courtyard of the Yan Mansion, there was an old wooden table.

At the wooden table, the maid Chujiu was teaching three-year-old Yan Shaorun to write.

One year and three months old Yan Shaoze sat at the table, also holding a small brush, scribbling on paper. Qi Leyang sat under the eaves, staring at the east door of the courtyard.

Her face was extremely thin and pale, but at the young age of nineteen, she already had a lot of white hair.

She knew why her parents-in-law asked her husband to come over.

Her personal maid Chujiu overheard the maids and servants in the mansion talking about how her parents-in-law were going to send Yan Nanbai to the southern Xinjiang military camp for training.

It seems that my parents-in-law can't wait to take action.

In the past two years, Qi Leyang had thought about divorcing Yan Nanbai, but when the incident happened, she was already seven months pregnant and her eldest son Yan Shaorun was only two years old. If she left the Yan Mansion, she would have nowhere to go.

Plus, Yan Nanbai refused to divorce no matter what, so it has been delayed until now.

At this moment, she was thinking, what should she do if Yan Nanbai was really sent to the southern Xinjiang military camp?

There should be a lot of people lying in ambush around this courtyard, some to monitor her and some to protect her.

She was attacked by an assassin when she found a man in black coming to rescue her.

After the man in black rescued her, he disappeared.

She thought about it for a long time and felt that the person most likely to send someone to protect her was the hedgehog-like little uncle.

The young uncle is eccentric, cold, and moody, but Qi Leyang thinks he is the rarest kind person in the royal family.

At least he is much better than her heartless and ungrateful biological father.

If Yan Nanbai was sent to southern Xinjiang, she would bring her children to kneel and beg the young uncle. She believed that the young uncle would not ignore them.

Qi Leyang took a few deep breaths and secretly told himself that he must stay strong.

For the sake of her two children, she had to live on with a thick skin.

Only by living can there be hope.

She kept waiting for Yan Nanbai to come back, but he didn't come back until the sun set and when night fell.

Qi Leyang clenched his fists and kept telling himself to stay calm. Stay calm.

After the two children fell asleep, Qi Leyang called Chujiu to his side and whispered in her ear: "Chujiu, tomorrow you will find a way to leave the house and go to Prince Yi's house to find my uncle. Tell him about my situation and make sure he keeps my two children."

Chujiu had tears in his eyes, and he pursed his lips tightly and said "hmm".

Qi Leyang held Chujiu's hand and said gratefully: "Chujiu, thank you for staying with me and not leaving me after the tree fell."

Falling from the altar to the bottom of the valley, Qi Leyang witnessed too many sudden changes in people's attitudes, and he cherished the true friendship in times of adversity even more.

Chujiu raised her hand to wipe away her tears and cried softly: "Princess, if you hadn't saved me on the street, I would have starved to death or frozen to death. My life belongs to you! Princess, don't be discouraged. God has eyes, and those evil people will not be rewarded! As long as I'm alive, there is hope."

Qi Leyang hugged Chujiu, and his tears fell on Chujiu's thin shoulders.

Under the dim oil lamp, the master and servant did not notice a little sparrow perched on the window, looking at them with its head tilted.