The Destiny of Going to Hell

The old lady's eyes widened, her face full of astonishment, and she said in a trembling voice: "You...who are you talking about? Me?"

At this moment, Zhao Yunchuan seemed to have turned into a machine gun at full firepower, and his words shot out like bullets.

"Humph, when you were young, you did a lot of 'earth-shattering' things. You insisted on marrying a married man and forced your childhood sweetheart to demote his wife to a concubine. And then, you were not satisfied and even despised him for favoring his concubine over his wife, thinking that you had suffered a great loss."

"I want to ask you, what's going on in your head? Are you out of your mind? Your parents tried their best to persuade you not to get married, but you insisted on marrying her just to get the family's wealth."

"You are so courageous! After a big quarrel with your family, you just openly took away all the property. Even that blood-sucking worm would be ashamed of your behavior."

Zhao Yunchuan raised his chin slightly, his eyes full of contempt and disdain, but his peach-like eyes were flashing with a sharp light at this moment.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly with a hint of sarcasm, and the fan in his hand waved gently, as if setting the rhythm for the words he was about to say.

"Now, you are taking advantage of the fact that no one knows about your past scandals and you are now showing off. I wonder how your parents would feel if they knew what you are like now. I'm afraid they would want to eat your flesh!"

Zhao Yunchuan's words came like a string of cannonballs, every word was filled with condemnation and criticism, and his tone was full of naked contempt.

Ever since she allowed the ministers into the East Palace, Molan knew that Zhao Yunchuan was a person who did not play by the rules.

It turns out that his train of thought is indeed beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Who would dare to believe that a prince would expose an old lady's scandal in public. How is this different from those quarreling and throwing tantrums on the street?

Qi Heng sighed helplessly, thinking to himself that this was really disgraceful.

Everyone who got wind of this big news was stunned, with an expression of disbelief on their faces.

This old lady was also a "talent" when she was young.

Sheng Changbai and Sheng Minglan were even more incredulous. Their respected grandmother was actually such a person? And she even took away the family wealth?

No, how could she be so embarrassed? Didn't the people who inherited the Yongyi Marquis's mansion come to hunt her down? A married woman took away all the property and inherited a snow cave?

Their hearts were filled with shock and confusion, as if the once solid tower of faith collapsed at this moment.

The old lady felt very uncomfortable amid the contemptuous and sneering looks of the crowd.

She never imagined that someone would remember this trivial past, and she never expected that she would be "executed" like this in public.

The reputation she had carefully built up for a long time completely collapsed at this moment.

She just stood there blankly, motionless, as if she had turned into a lifeless stone sculpture.

Minglan, without anyone to back her up and facing a strong and disgusting man like Zhao Yunchuan, was taken directly to the government office.

Although Molan was safe and sound, how can this be used as an excuse to exonerate the murderer?

After hearing what the old lady had done, Sheng Changbai was filled with disappointment and went back to the Sheng Mansion alone.

How could he care about his now infamous grandmother?

When Sheng Hong heard what Changbai brought back in the mansion, he was so happy. This was good. The old lady couldn't use filial piety to pressure him anymore.

She herself is so unfilial to her parents, how can she expect him, a bastard's son, to be filial to her so-called mother?

Sheng Hong felt that the frustration he had been feeling for many years seemed to be released at this moment.

However, it seems that the prince has fallen in love with Molan.

The position of the Crown Princess. Even though he is a man of integrity and values ​​reputation, it does not mean that he does not desire power, otherwise Hualan would not have married into the Earl's Mansion.

Today, most of the Sheng Mansion's property was given half to Lin Qinshuang, and the other half was used for compensation and to shut up those who lent money at interest. The economic situation of the Sheng Mansion is really worrying.

If I can get along well with Molan, then why would I need to worry about my future career and money?

After all, he was Molan's father, and Shuang'er was his concubine. Even if he gave her a letter of release, wouldn't it be better to remarry her and let Shuang'er be the first wife?

Anyway, Wang Ruofu has returned home, the old lady has become depressed, and Shuang'er should have calmed down.

If Molan marries into the Eastern Palace, Shuang'er will have to rely on herself.

Now that he has Shuang'er, is he still afraid that Molan will not support him?

As for Sheng Minglan, Sheng Hong had no intention of going to the government to rescue her.

Why would he waste his energy on provoking the prince? In his heart, Sheng Minglan was just an insignificant daughter.

The important thing now is to make Molan and Shuang'er happy.

Sheng Hong had beautiful thoughts, but the reality is often cruel.

He arrived at the Lin residence, but no matter how many nice words he said or how much silver he gave, the doorman refused to let him in, and he was so anxious that he almost burst into curses.

He went to the farm and the shop to block Lin Qinshuang, but without exception he came back empty-handed.

But I met Molan at Zhuangzi.

Molan was studying sweet potato seeds. When she saw Sheng Hong, she was not very surprised.

Everyone in the Sheng family is selfish. How could they not come to them if they get benefits? Fortunately, he had already informed the concierge, so Sheng Hong could not see his mother.

"What's the matter, Lord Sheng?" Molan's tone was as if she was treating a stranger. Seeing Molan's attitude, Sheng Hong couldn't help but feel a little angry.

After all, Molan used to be the most well-behaved and obedient daughter.

Sheng Hong's stern face contained a hint of anger. "Is this how you talk to your father?"

Molan didn't even look at him, but focused on the seedlings in her hands.

Sweet potato planting has already shown initial results, and her future plans are progressing steadily.

"I am an independent woman and have nothing to do with Lord Sheng. If there is nothing important, Lord Sheng should go back to the Sheng Mansion."

Seeing that Molan was unmoved, Sheng Hong suddenly felt short of breath. He seemed to have no way to deal with this daughter, so he decided to go back home and start with Shuang'er.

Over the years, Shuang'er would rather not be the wife of another family and marry him as a concubine. He didn't believe that Shuang'er didn't love him, and he didn't believe that Shuang'er would not help him.

But Sheng Hong was wrong.

Lin Qinshuang might be able to help Sheng Hong a little bit in some ways because of their past friendship, but it would only be a little bit.

But once Molan is involved, it's like a tigress protecting her cub.

If Sheng Hong dares to stretch out his claws, she, Lin Qinshuang, will really have the heart to chop him off.

She lowered her head for half her life, her body was half bent, and her voice was deliberately softened, all of which were proof that she was a concubine.

It was her daughter who enabled her to live with her head held high, to straighten her spine, and to speak with clear and melodious voice like a bell.