Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

Before he finished speaking, Lu Changhuai handed the letter written by Yue Zihuan to Yue Yuan:

"Take a good look at this. Yue Zihuan has such vicious intentions towards Ranran. If you want to be soft-hearted towards him in the future, take out this letter and read it!"

Yue Yuan took the letter from his brother-in-law in astonishment. He looked at the handwriting on the letter and found that it was indeed Yue Zihuan's handwriting.

When he finished reading the letter that filled several pages, a sweet and fishy taste rose up in his throat.

That evil creature!

He actually tried to force the head of the Lu family to reprimand Ranran in front of the whole world?

Is he crazy?

Yue Yuan's hands holding the letter paper couldn't help shaking, his face turned pale and his eyes almost spit fire.

This evil creature even kept claiming to be Lu Changhuai's nephew. Seeing this, he just wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

Yue Zihuan has his own uncle's family, and his eldest uncle from the Song family lives in the capital. How could this rebellious son have the nerve to call the patriarch of the Lu family his uncle!

If we say that Yue Yuan tossed and turned last night, he also wondered if he was too heartless to Yue Zihuan.

So when he saw Yue Zihuan's letter today, he just wanted to whip that rebellious son to death.

Lu Changhuai was right. If a son is not well educated, it is the father's fault. Over the years, he has neither protected Qingyue nor taught his son well.

Ranran’s achievements today are the result of her own hard work in the North.

As a father, he failed miserably.

"It's me, it's really my fault." He curled up in the wheelchair and covered his face with his hands.

Regret and pain intertwined into an invisible net that bound him tightly and almost suffocated him.

Yue Ran sighed softly, walked forward, and squatted beside her father to comfort him.

"Father, you have made up your mind to cut off the crooked branch. Now that you have recovered your health and your daughter is safe and sound by your side, our palace will have a better life in the future."

Lu Changhuai and Lu Changqing looked at each other and sighed, "Forget it, let's leave it like this for now."

With Yue Ran's mediation, the Lu brothers and Yue Yuan were able to resolve some of their misunderstandings.

The two families walked in lively and cheerfully.

Only Yue Ziyu stood there in a daze, his mind was blank and his heart was filled with shame.

When his father was reading the letter, he stood behind him and could see every word clearly.

Every time he saw Yue Zihuan calling himself his nephew, he felt as if a layer of his face had been torn off and it was burning with pain.

How many things has Big Brother done to offend Yue Ran?

They are obviously blood relatives!

He took a deep breath with regret and looked in the direction of his mother's mourning hall.

After returning to Beijing for a day and a night, he received too much messy information and his mind was in a mess.

But among all the chaotic and confusing information, he still managed to sort out a few clues.

The death of his mother, his eldest brother's almost crazy preference for Feng Xiaolou, and the person hiding behind the scenes who seemed to have never taken any action but was always there.

Crown Prince Chu Hantian.

He didn't believe that Chu Hantian was innocent, but he was neither good at literature nor martial arts. How could he fight against the future crown prince?

He shook his swollen head and was about to step into the palace when he suddenly heard someone outside shouting:

"My poor sister, my princess sister, why are you leaving like this?"

Yue Ziyu felt the voice sounded familiar and turned back to look outside the palace gate again.

I saw a middle-aged couple in mourning jumping off a carriage, and then they ran towards the gate of the palace crying.

Behind them, a young girl in white got off the carriage. She had a pretty face and a sad expression. She was not in mourning. Her plain white dress outlined her graceful figure. She had an exquisite bun on her head and a white silk flower on her temples. She was holding the hand of a little maid and followed behind the middle-aged couple like a willow in the wind.

Yue Ziyu was stunned for a few breaths, and then hurried forward to greet the middle-aged couple:

"Uncle, aunt, you are here too?"

The people who came were Song's brother Song Yannian and Song's sister-in-law Zhang.

Song Yannian saw the Lu family's luxurious carriage parked outside the palace from a distance. He felt a little timid and did not dare to go forward to mourn.

After everyone entered the palace and the gate was about to close, he hurriedly rushed to the gate with his wife.

He saw Yue Ziyu standing outside the gate, but Yue Ziyu was very different from what he was two years ago. His once short and stocky figure had become much thinner and taller, and his face looked handsome. At first glance, he really didn't recognize that this was his second nephew.

Zhang pushed her husband aside with her shoulder, stared at Yue Ziyu with her shrewd eyes, and smiled like two flowers:

"Oh my God, who is this? Isn't this our second young master? He has grown so handsome. It's true that men change a lot when they grow up!"

She spoke quickly and looked at Yue Ziyu as if he was looking at a treasure mountain. There was no trace of the crying and wailing look she had just shown.

Song Yannian coughed in dissatisfaction.

This woman was so unbecoming at the gate of the palace. He would deal with her later!

He remembered something and quickly turned around and waved at the girl in white who hadn't come over yet:

"Yanran, come here quickly and meet your cousin!"

Yue Ziyu looked up at Song Yanran. The distance from the carriage to the palace gate was about a few dozen steps. Song Yanran walked holding the hand of the little maid with her brows slightly furrowed. Her hair was blown by the cold wind, and she looked very fragile.

Yue Ziyu has been accustomed to this since he was a child.

After Song was brought into the palace, Song Yannian and his wife lived a wealthy life.

The couple has a son and a daughter. Their son, Song Zhuangzhuang, is weak and sickly. He coughs three times every time he takes a step. Song Yannian and his wife look at him like the apple of their eye. The ten-year-old child must have honey added to the water he drinks. If the water is a little bland, he will lose his temper. He is fat and weak, and his personality is even more spoiled than that of the royal child.

Uncle Song's daughter, Song Yanran, started to bind her feet at the age of five. In the words of her aunt, Song Yanran would become a phoenix in the future. She heard from somewhere that high-ranking officials in the capital liked women to bind their feet, so she bound Song Yanran's feet regardless of her crying.

Later, Song Yanran began to regard herself as Yue Zihuan's future concubine, and tried to imitate the noble ladies in the capital in her behavior and dress.

But in fact, only a small number of nobles had a strange obsession with foot binding. Most of the rich and noble families in Beijing did not care about binding their daughters' feet.

The current emperor held several beauty pageants, and only one woman with bound feet was selected, and she has not been favored for many years.

As a younger generation and a younger brother, Yue Ziyu never commented on the behavior of his uncle and cousin.

After all, who Song Yanran marries has nothing to do with him.

In addition, the old princess of Dingbei Palace and Yue Yuan did not like Song Yannian and his wife, so Song could not see his brother and sister-in-law often, and his relationship with Song's eldest uncle was not very deep.

Song Yanran panted and walked to the gate of the palace. She looked up at Yue Ziyu, blushed shyly, and spoke softly:

"Second Young Master, long time no see."