The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

"Master wife."

A soft voice came from the inner room. Linglong put down the book and stood up: "Prepare the meal."

Wang San, who had not yet left, quickly responded: "Yes, Patriarch."

Draw open the curtains and the warm yellow sunlight shines into the house.

The layers of curtains were opened, and Zi'an, who was sitting obediently beside the couch, came into view.

The coldness between her delicate eyebrows disappeared, replaced by tenderness.

After hanging the last layer of curtains, Linglong asked softly, "Are you hungry, Guai'an?"

Hearing Linglong's voice, Zi'an looked up. When he saw Linglong, his eyes lit up. He shook his head and called softly, "Good morning, my wife."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and wanted to hug Linglong, but the pain all over his body made him fall back onto the couch.

"hiss……"

Linglong, who had a gentle smile on her face, frowned, stepped forward quickly, and supported Zi'an, who was unsteady.

"Be careful."

Hearing that Linglong was angry, Zi'an curved his eyebrows, hugged Linglong, rubbed his head against her cheek, and said softly: "It's my sister's fault."

Linglong's serious face softened when she heard these words, and she pinched the back of Zian's neck with her fingers.

"Okay, it's my wife's fault. Would you mind changing An An's clothes for me?"

Zi'an nodded, and said in a serious and obedient tone: "Okay, thank you for your hard work, my wife."

The corners of Linglong's lips curled up into a smile, and she reached out and scratched Zi'an's nose, "Be good."

The two of them had tidied their clothes and Wang San had already prepared the meal.

Today, Zi'an was wearing a wide-fronted pleated skirt made of soft ivory silk with cloud patterns, and a smooth white jade hairpin was tied in her hair.

As graceful as jade, noble and elegant.

When Zi'an saw Wang San, he thought of what he had told Ming Si and asked, "Wang San, have you seen the person?"

Linglong didn't say anything. She pulled Zi'an to sit at the table and quietly served the food to him.

Wang San knelt on the ground, his forehead dropped to the ground: "My Lord, I have seen it."

I saw him and punished him, but I didn't kill him because of my master.

"Master, Liang Wen Chong wants to see you."

Wang San, who was kneeling on the ground, froze up and his hands gradually clenched.

Zi'an, who was seen out of the corner of his eye, didn't say anything but looked at Linglong who was calmly picking food for him.

Sensing Zi'an's gaze, Linglong handed him the silver chopsticks and said softly, "Eat."

When Zi'an took the chopsticks, his eyes fell to the door, and his tone returned to being cold again: "Please."

He looked at Wang San and said, "Tell me, Wang San."

"Mr. Liang begs for mercy. Please spare Liang Qing and Wang Er."

Thinking of Liang Wenchong's plea last night, the little goodwill I had towards Liang Wenchong disappeared.

"Well, the master will hand these people over to you and Wang Da. You are responsible for how to deal with them. Liang Wenchong does not need to be brought here."

Wang San, who had been nervous the whole time, relaxed and loosened his clenched fists when he heard the words.

“Yes, Master.”

The master is of noble status, and if the master wants to spare Liang Qing and Wang Er's lives, they cannot object.

After Wang San left, the only sound left in the room was the clatter of dishes and chopsticks.

Zi'an had a lot of questions to ask Linglong, but he held back because food is not for the faint of heart.

After receiving Zi'an's gaze for the third time, she put down her chopsticks and looked at him: "An'an, you are an exception in my opinion."

Zi'an blushed and wanted to put down the silver chopsticks, but Linglong stopped him.

"Talk while eating, it's okay."

Zi'an held the silver chopsticks obediently, "Sister, can you hand Wang Le over to An'an to deal with?"

"can."

After saying that, Linglong picked up the silver chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish and put it in An'an's bowl. Without An'an's advice, she would hand this man over to An'an for handling.

Zi'an's eyes curved, "Thank you, my wife."

"Okay, now we can have a good meal."

Zian nodded obediently: "Yeah."

Wang San was walking out quickly and met Mu Nian and the familiar hunched figure in the corridor.

Wang San came to Mu Nian and bowed, "Butler Mu Nian, the master said that there is no need to take him over. Just let Yu Nu deal with him."

Mu Nian's pale face didn't change at all, and he nodded, "Well, I'm leaving."

Yin Luo bowed to Liang Wen Chong and walked away with unsteady steps.

Wang San stood up, looked at Mu Nian's back, and shifted his gaze to Liang Wenchong who was looking at her.

"Sir, follow me."

Wang San made a please gesture in the direction they came from.

Hearing this name again, Liang Wen Chong's back bent even more.

Wang San brought them to their residence and said as soon as he entered the door: "Mr. Liang, I'm sorry that I can't agree to your request."

If you don't avenge your husband's murder, you are not worthy of being a human being.

thump……

Wang San turned around when he heard the noise. When he saw Liang Wenchong kneeling on the ground, Wang San quickly moved away, clenched his hands at his side, glared at her, and asked, "What do you mean, Mr. Liang?"

Liang Wen Chong raised his eyes, tears in his cloudy eyes, and begged in a hoarse voice: "San'er, Wang Er is your biological sister!"

Wang San shouted angrily in a low voice: "Aren't my brother-in-law and my husband relatives? Om?"

As soon as he said this, veins popped up on Wang San's forehead.

"Liang Wenchong, Mr. Liang, I know what your real purpose is! So, sir, I will give you the ancient saying you learned, "Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you." Another thing, have you forgotten your love for your husband?"

When Wang San mentioned her husband, her heart ached. She closed her eyes and murmured, "Mr. Liang, I can't help you. Go back!"

Liang Wenchong's face turned pale. So that's how it was. No wonder.

Last night, when she told Wang Da about asking for mercy, Wang Da hated her so much. She just went out for a walk and came back, how could it become like this?

After sending Liang Wenchong out of the bookstore, Wang San looked at her hunched figure and felt sad.

"Little three."

A hoarse voice called out from behind. Wang San turned around and looked at his elder sister who had lost a lot of weight, his eyes welling up with tears.

"Sister, let us deal with the enemies."

A hint of smile finally showed on Wang Da's rough and ferocious face.

"Hey."

The arrogant male voice interrupted the atmosphere between Wang Da and Wang San.

When Wang San heard the voice, he frowned and turned around. It was indeed the bullying Master Chang.

A man with his face covered and wearing an apricot-colored long skirt stood not far away, looking at Wang San angrily.

Wang San looked at Wang Da, asking, "Hasn't the person left yet?"

Wang Da glared at Wang San, "How would I know!"

He withdrew his gaze and then looked fiercely at the spoiled man.

Chang Miaoling, who was originally angry, saw this and her jade-like face under the veil became even more distorted and angry.

Wang San touched his nose, took a few steps forward, and bowed: "Sir, my master is not in the bookstore. When the master returns, I will inform him."

Chang Miaoling, who was used to being praised, could not stand being ignored again and again.

He took off a token from his waist, handed it to a servant beside him, and said in a cold voice: "Go to the county government office and bring the county magistrate here, and say that someone is interfering with the work of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

You are so shameless. Do you think that just because you have hooked up with a businessman, you can put on airs like this in front of him?

Fang Tianzhi is also a waste. What he said about marrying a sickly man is sheer nonsense.

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