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

Yue Zihuan kept cursing behind him, while Yue Ran waved his sleeves and walked out of the dungeon without looking back.

She glanced at Pei Du, the Junior Official of the Dali Temple, who was standing not far away, and nodded politely:

"Master Pei, Yue Zihuan no longer considers himself a member of the Dingbei Palace. There is no need to give him any preferential treatment because of his identity. You can deal with him as you wish."

Pei Du understood the elegant meaning of the music by hearing the music. He bowed to Yue Ran, his eyes full of understanding.

In the present Dingbei Palace, Yue Ran is the person in charge, and her opinion reflects the opinion of the Dingbei Palace.

What's more, he accepted all the preferential treatments that the Dali Temple gave to Yue Zihuan without a single word of thanks, and he often looked down on them and mocked them for looking down on others.

Pei Du raised one corner of his lips. Today, he would let Yue Zihuan see what it really meant to look down on others.

Yue Ran led the depressed Yue Ziyu out of the house. The two of them sat in silence all the way and rode back to the Dingbei Palace on horseback.

As soon as he stepped into the palace gate, Yue Ziyu saw that all the servants were wearing plain clothes and tied with white belts, and the blood color on their faces gradually faded.

At this moment, he finally felt the reality of his mother's departure.

Although Song was banished to the family temple before her death, her status was still that of a concubine.

After Yue Ran sent Song's body back to the palace, the palace set up a mourning hall in a side hall.

Yue Ziyu is returning to Beijing today, so he can catch the seventh day funeral.

He returned to his Qiyun Pavilion, bathed himself in a daze, and changed into mourning clothes.

Only then did he realize that it was not yet the seventh day after his mother's death, but Yue Ran was still wearing red clothes and had no intention of observing mourning.

He clenched his fists in defiance, then slowly loosened them.

He knew better than anyone how his grandmother and mother had treated Yue Ran since he was a child.

When his grandmother passed away suddenly, Yue Ran did not observe mourning in the northern border.

Now that her mother has passed away, it is even more impossible for her to observe mourning.

He took a deep breath. He was the only one in the palace who could mourn for his mother.

Several housekeepers from the Qiyun Pavilion nearby cried behind him:

"I don't know what happened to the palace. Ever since the eldest daughter returned to Beijing, things have been happening one after another..."

"The princess passed away, but the eldest lady didn't even change out of her red dress. I don't know how embarrassing it would be to tell others about it."

Yue Ziyu's wet nurse, Madam Zhao, scolded the maids harshly:

"What are you all chewing maggots on in front of the Second Young Master?"

"You are too blind to see what is happening in the palace now. If you harm the Second Young Master, I will not forgive you!"

After hearing this, Yue Ziyu looked up at Mother Zhao, his expression difficult to discern.

Mother Zhao came up to him and held his hand familiarly. She felt some calluses and her eyes turned red, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"My little ancestor, you have never suffered such hardship since you were a child."

Yue Ziyu felt a headache from her crying, so he pulled his hand back and smiled slightly:

“Mother Zhao, I learned a lot at Xilu Academy. It’s not suffering.”

Hearing this, Mother Zhao turned her head to the side, secretly wiped away her tears, and forced a smile:

“Okay, since the Second Young Master said he didn’t suffer, Mother Zhao will listen to you.”

After saying that, he sighed sadly again.

Yue Ziyu: “…”

Why didn’t I find it so difficult to communicate with my wet nurse before?

He didn't want to think too much, and turned around to walk out, then he paused, turned around and stared at the old women, and said sternly:

"From now on, you are not allowed to call me Miss anymore. You have to call me Princess."

After saying this, he strode out of Qiyun Pavilion and headed straight for the Song family's mourning hall.

The people in Qiyun Pavilion looked at each other in bewilderment. A maid asked Mother Zhao in shock:

"What's wrong with you, Second Young Master? We have always called you Miss like this before."

Mother Zhao looked at Yue Ziyu's receding back with a serious expression, and the handkerchief in her hand was clenched into a ball.

She knew that the head of the Lu family did not really have any good intentions. He sent the second son to Xilu Academy, and no one knew what kind of magic potion he had fed him.

Just now she watched with cold eyes, and the second young master's words and deeds seemed to show great respect to the eldest young lady.

Could it be that the sun is rising from the west?

Or maybe the Lu family did something shameful to the second young master!

Mother Zhao walked back and forth a few steps and looked at the bewildered women:

"Listen to the Second Young Master first. From now on, when you see the Young Lady, you must call her Princess!"

She had to keep calm. The eldest son's life or death was unknown, and the princess only had the second son as her only supporter. He must not let him go astray.

And the Song family is still waiting for her news.

Song Yanran, the daughter of Song's uncle, has been raised as the prince's concubine of Yue Zihuan since she was a child. Now that Yue Zihuan is gone, the Song family is as anxious as ants on a hot pan, and they write to her every now and then to ask her what to do.

Mother Zhao was not panicked at all.

She knew what the Song family was planning. They wanted to change their mind and marry Song Yanran to Yue Ziyu.

She smiled sarcastically. That family ate and drank the princess's food and drink. Now that the princess was gone, they still wanted to keep the princess's son tied up to retain this wealth.

And from what the uncle of the Song family said, this time he hopes Yue Ziyu can marry Song Yanran as his principal wife. If the King of Dingbei decides to establish a crown prince in the future, the Song family can still provide a crown prince's principal wife.

Mother Zhao pursed her lips and straightened her back. It was not that she was arrogant. Right now, she was the only one who could have a say in front of the Second Young Master.

Song Yanran wants to be the second young master’s wife?

Don't even take a piss and look in the mirror.

The Song family funeral hall.

Yue Ziyu lit three incense sticks for his mother and cried bitterly until he felt weak all over. Then he knelt aside and slowly burned paper for Song.

His face was expressionless and his eyes were empty. One moment he felt like he was in a dream, and the next moment his hand was almost burned by fire.

It wasn't until Yue Yuan's wheelchair was pushed in front of him that he suddenly came to his senses.

"Father!" Yue Ziyu stood up hurriedly.

He has been afraid of his father since he was a child. Even though his father broke his leg five years ago, he did not dare to get close to his father easily.

If my eldest brother did something like that, would our father hate him even more if he saw him?

Yue Yuan looked at his second son with a complicated expression.

Both Song and Yue Zihuan disappointed him greatly, so he was really worried about Yue Ziyu.

Perhaps the Dingbei Palace will come to an end in his generation.

"Come with me to the study." Yue Yuan waved away the servant and let Yue Zihuan push him to the study.

Along the way, Yue Ziyu didn't dare to speak easily, and listened silently to Yue Yuan telling about what his mother did before her death.

When he heard that Song wanted to give Yue Ran to a merchant's son as a concubine, the back of his clothes was soaked with cold sweat.

At this point, he finally understood why his mother died in the ancestral temple.

"Father, I...I will go and apologize to my sister on behalf of my mother!"

His eyes were red, and after sending Yue Yuan to the study, he went to find Yue Ran.

"Wait!"

Yue Yuan turned around and looked at his second son.

"I want you to come to the study. There's another thing."

"Today, I have decided to write a letter of severance. From now on, Yue Zihuan is no longer my son, Yue Yuan!"