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

Yue Ran observed his father's expression and saw that his face was ashen and he was shaking all over. He thought to himself that something was wrong and quickly gave Yue Yuan a massage to calm him down.

Concubine Liu had already asked her servants to report almost everything about Song and Yue Zihuan's recent movements to her.

In less than a month, Concubine Liu had gotten to know all the hundreds of people in the palace. She and Concubine Qin were in charge of people and money respectively, and they did things efficiently and effectively, which made Yue Ran worry-free.

Yue Ran was well prepared for Ling's visit to propose marriage today.

Yue Yuan asked her to go to the dark room with him, which was exactly what she wanted.

Even if Yue Yuan didn't go, she would have liked to use the dark room.

Now that Yue Yuan saw with her own eyes how the Song family fabricated rumors about her behind her back, it was not a bad thing.

It is not difficult to deal with the Song family, but what is difficult is to do it with justification.

Song is now nominally the principal wife of Prince Dingbei, but even if she is a second wife, Yue Ran would be criticized if he personally took action against his stepmother.

If Yue Yuan were to deal with the Song family, Yue Ran could be taken out.

The father and daughter left the dark room silently, and Yue Ran pushed her father's wheelchair out of a rockery in the back garden.

After passing through several corridors, Yue Yuan remained silent until he lowered his head and raised his sleeves to wipe the tears from his face. Yue Ran was surprised to realize that his father was actually crying.

"Father..." Yue Ran felt mixed emotions and didn't know how to persuade his father.

Yue Yuan didn't raise his head or look back. He raised his hands to cover his face, his eyes were sore and he felt regretful in his heart.

If he had been tougher back then, no matter how much the old princess cried, made a fuss, or even threatened to hang herself, he would not have allowed Song to enter the house, and nothing would have happened today.

If the Song family had not existed in the palace, Qingyue might still be by his side.

Maybe his legs wouldn't be broken, then Ranran wouldn't have to join the army for her father. A girl would have to endure five years of hardship on the battlefield in the north and missed the best age for marriage.

They should still be living happily together as a family.

“Ranran, it’s all your father’s fault.” Yue Yuan’s voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been rubbed by fine sand, and he was suppressing his sobs.

Yue Ran looked up ahead speechlessly and slowly let out a sigh of relief.

To be honest, she once blamed her father when she was isolated and helpless.

It was a snowstorm on a winter night, the cold light of the north shone on her iron armor, her hands were frozen, red, swollen and cracked, but she still raised her sword to kill the enemy.

She once thought that if her mother were still alive, she should have been able to act coquettishly and happily beside her mother instead of leaving home alone to fight in the north.

This resentment gradually faded away as he led the Dingbei Army to victory against the enemy time and time again, and in the end, only a hint of regret remained hidden in his heart.

Those simple soldiers were not only the barrier of the northern part of Da Chu, but also gradually became the basis for her to gain a foothold in the world.

Now she has grown up and can stand on her own, but the father who was tall and mighty in her memory has now become skinny and frail, curled up in a small wheelchair, ten years older than his peers.

He may have been cowardly, and he paid an irreparable price for his cowardice.

If her father was no longer able to lift the knife, she would swing it for him.

"Father, how do you plan to arrange for the Song family?"

His daughter's cold voice came from behind him. Yue Yuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the main hall of the palace which was getting closer and closer. His face turned cold and his voice was filled with ice:

"Send her to where she belongs."

In the main hall, Mrs. Song and Mrs. Ling couldn't help laughing. They both felt that they had fulfilled a long-cherished wish and they looked at each other more closely.

Luo sat halfway on the chair, looking at the two people in front of him holding hands intimately and arranging Yue Ran's future life enthusiastically. The more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong, and he felt more and more that he had participated in something immoral today.

Yue Ran has military merits and is a second-rank official, but Madam Ling actually plans to make her his second wife?

She's not even the legal wife?

Song smiled and covered her lips, "In my opinion, you should let Yue Ran and her husband live in Cheng Mansion, and have them come to you every morning and evening to check on you. She's used to being wild in the military camp, so you must temper her."

Madam Ling raised her eyebrows: "Do I need you to tell me this? I have already thought about it. When she comes home, she will copy the female ring for me ten times every day. If she doesn't finish, she won't be able to eat."

What's more, Song swore that Yue Ran had lost her virginity before marriage. For such a woman, she wanted Ling Si to show his authority as a husband and beat her when necessary and scold her when necessary.

Only by taming Yue Ran can the power in Yue Ran's hands work for the Ling family.

When Luo heard this, she looked up at Ling with a look as if she was looking at a madman.

No wonder all the noble ladies in the capital city avoid the Ling family. With such knowledge and vision, everyone is afraid that their daughters will be targeted by the Ling family.

Luo is regretting now, very much. Her reputation as a well-connected person in the capital will be ruined by this marriage proposal if she is not careful.

She coughed lightly and made up her mind to leave first:

"Princess Song, Madam Ling, please take your time chatting. I have some things to do in my mansion, so I will leave first..."

Before he finished speaking, a majestic voice came from outside the hall:

"It's a rare opportunity for you ladies to come to my Dingbei Palace, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

When Song heard Yue Yuan's voice, a look of panic appeared on her face.

Why is the prince here? He just took a tranquilizing soup, so he should be sleeping at this time.

Song stood up slowly and looked at Yue Yuan and Yue Ran, father and daughter, who came in from outside with a pale face.

As soon as the father and daughter appeared, the joyful atmosphere in the main hall just now disappeared instantly.

Mrs. Ling was originally planning to discuss with Mrs. Song when to exchange the engagement letters between Ling Si and Yue Ran, but after meeting King Dingbei, her tongue seemed to go numb and she was unable to speak for a long time.

Mrs. Luo looked at Yue Ran pushing Yue Yuan's wheelchair into the main hall, and her heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

Her wandering mind finally came back to her.

Not to mention the look in Yue Yuan's eyes when he looked at Song, just look at Yue Ran's demeanor. Although she was not wearing armor, but only a long silk dress, the calmness between this girl's eyebrows and the fierce aura emanating from her body were obviously not something that ladies like Ling and Song could suppress.

Luo took a deep breath, took a step back, and bowed to Yue Yuan:

"Today, I have come to the palace without permission. I think I have done something foolish. My Lord, if the princess needs any help in the future, as long as I can help, I will definitely not refuse!"

Yue Yuan's eyes swept across Luo.

Rumor has it that the wife of the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple is a very good person. He didn't notice it in his anger just now, but now he saw that Luo quickly pulled herself out of the vortex, and it turned out that she still had some brains.

He nodded with a wry smile:

"Mrs. Luo is indeed worthy of her reputation. I hope my daughter Ranran will be taken care of by her when she travels around Beijing in the future."

Luo nodded repeatedly with a proper smile.

Yue Yuan looked at Song and Ling, his voice no longer smiling:

"Ranran, send Madam Luo back home first!"

Yue Ran took a step forward and left the main hall with Luo.

Luo took a few steps with cold sweat on his back and couldn't help but look back into the hall.

Song stared at King Dingbei with a pale face and it was hard to tell whether the expression on her face was fear or unwillingness to accept.

Ling was still half uncomfortable and half proud, his eyes were full of determination.

Luo turned around and quickly followed Yue Ran.

After returning home today, she must take a bath with pomelo leaves. It's really unlucky!