You act stupid and I act crazy, let's be ancestors together

In the blink of an eye, a group of people came to the yard where Yu originally lived.

Looking at the colorful room, Fan Ruoxue was regretting her decision. If she had known this would happen, she should have agreed to let Hong Xiang send someone to follow her. This would have been a better situation than it is now.

If the people who came were servants, they could be given a few taels of silver to turn a blind eye. But now almost everyone in the mansion except Fan Zhirong was present, and they were afraid that they would be discovered if they wanted to take more grass.

"What? Madam, aren't you going to clean up yet? Hurry up and find the clothes so I can see them. I'm really curious!"

Jiang Si carried the two of them to the door, smiling harmlessly, her eyes full of anticipation. Of course, what she was expecting was not the clothes, but she wanted to see Yu's miserable look when she found out that all her money was gone.

Yu's old face was red with shame at this moment. She was really in a difficult situation.

The clothes she brought with her were thrown away long ago. Where could she find them now?

Jiang Si, this little bitch, is as cunning as a monkey. How could I possibly let her take away something that doesn't belong to her.

"Why haven't you looked for it yet? This prince is also very curious. How could the clothes remain intact for more than ten years?" Murong Zhengjue's voice came from the crowd. The guards following behind him were carrying a chair and a table respectively. The young eunuch who had been following him was holding snacks.

While they were talking, they had already quickly chosen a perfect spot for Murong Zhengjue to watch the show.

They had just heard clearly that this child was the son of the imperial concubine of the dynasty, the sixth prince most beloved by the current emperor.

This person is a big shot whom they cannot afford to offend.

After being scolded by Murong Zhengjue, the two had no choice but to go into the house and pretend to clean up.

Jiang Si leaned against the door frame with her hands folded, silently watching the performance of the two people in the room.

Fan Tong hurried into the house and moved out two chairs, placing them side by side.

The couple sat down together, like two door gods, blocking the door tightly. Yu and Fan Ruoxue, the two flies, had no chance of flying out through the door without their permission.

Just as Yu's mother and daughter were pretending to search for something, two servants came over from the next courtyard carrying a reclining sedan chair, followed by two little maids.

The person in the sedan chair had a pale face and his lips were extremely dry. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

"You...what are you doing? How dare you drive my mother out while my father is not at home? When my father comes back, he will not let you go."

Before the sedan came to a complete stop, the voice of the young girl slumped in it was heard.

She raised her weak hand in the air and pointed tremblingly at Fan Tong and his wife, without any threat at all.

The couple turned around in tacit understanding and looked at Fan Yueyue, who had arrived late, as if they were looking at a fool.

"Oh, how could I have forgotten you? Fortunately you came here by yourself, so I don't have to ask someone to carry you."

After Jiang Si finished speaking, she stood up and turned her chair around, facing the courtyard, and looked at Fan Yueyue who had already stepped off the sedan chair steadily, "Which father are you talking about? Is it your biological father Yang Wendong?"

Fan Yueyue actually didn't hear much about what happened at the door. She just heard the maid guarding the door say that her father wanted to divorce her mother, and then he ordered people to carry her over.

Fan Yueyue didn't believe that Fan Zhirong would divorce Yu Qingyuan. She just thought that Jiang Si and Fan Tong did something while their father was away.

After hearing what Jiang Si said, her little face turned red with anger, but she finally looked a little energetic.

"You...you are talking nonsense. My last name is Fan. I am the third daughter of the Fan family. I am not the daughter of that woman."

Fan Yueyue shouted loudly, as if she had used up all her strength, and she started coughing violently as soon as she finished shouting.

He was already seriously injured, and in excitement he spat out a mouthful of bright red.

Seeing this, Old Man Zhou on the side hurried over and stuffed a pill into Fan Yueyue's mouth, and her complexion gradually improved.

"Why are you so excited? Of course you weren't born by your father. You crawled out of your mother's belly. Even a fool can understand such a simple truth. If you still don't understand, then you are worse than a fool, right?"

Having said that, Jiang Si turned to look at Fan Tong, waiting for his answer.

Fan Tong knew that Jiang Si was scolding him indirectly, but he could only endure it silently and nodded in agreement.

"Miss Third, no, now you should be called Miss Yang. Before the master left, he told me that you and Miss Second will both take your biological father's surname and have nothing to do with our Fan family anymore."

Butler Hong is one of the people Fan Zhirong trusts the most. There is no doubt that what he says is what Fan Zhirong means.

"No... Impossible, this is impossible. I am not my father's daughter. I am the daughter of my mother and Yang Wendong?"

Yang Yueyue murmured in a low voice, as if she couldn't believe what she heard. The blood in her heart surged, and the fishy-sweet smell burst out in her mouth again.

Seeing that Yang Yueyue was almost unconscious, Old Man Zhou immediately pulled out the silver needle and stabbed her.

After the injection, the little eyes finally opened in anger, "Can't you say less? I spent a lot of effort to save this person."

Yang Yueyue was deeply moved after listening to Dr. Zhou's words. She never expected that someone whom she usually looked down upon would speak well of her at this moment.

Just as Yang Yueyue was concentrating on herself, Doctor Zhou's old and complaining voice sounded again: "If you want to scold her, at least wait until she leaves the house. If she dies of anger here, won't our floor be dirty?"

"You're right, we really didn't think it through. Hehe, let's wait until we send her out." Jiang Si nodded. It would be unlucky if Yang Yueyue really died of anger here, and she would have to build a coffin for her.

Although she is rich now, she will never spend her money on someone who has bad intentions towards her.

Listening to their conversation, Yang Yueyue was so angry that she couldn't breathe and could not utter a word. There were needles sticking in her body, and she couldn't faint. She could only open her mouth and breathe heavily.

At this moment, Yu's mother and daughter, who had been pretending to rummage around in the house for a while, came out empty-handed.

"Oh, look at my memory. I forgot. I threw those clothes away a long time ago. I'm sorry to bother you all to accompany me. I will leave with my daughter now."

I have to say that Yu is indeed not an ordinary person. After experiencing such a big thing, she walked out of it as if nothing had happened in a short while. Her face is so thick that it can be used to build a wall.

After saying this, Yu Qingyuan pulled Fan Ruoxue's hand and walked out. Thanks to the arrival of her little daughter, everyone's attention was diverted from them. Yu Qingyuan knew that she couldn't take too many things with her, so she moved quickly and skillfully and dug out some gold leaves from under the floor tiles in the corner.

Yu had been kept in a side room these days. After she was released, she had been discussing countermeasures with the people sent by the third prince, and she didn't notice that her money and jewelry were missing at all.

The place where she hid the gold leaves at this moment was exactly the place that Jiang Si had not discovered that night.

Holding the gold leaves in her arms, Yu grabbed Fan Ruoxue's hand and wanted to leave quickly, fearing that they would notice something unusual if she was too late.

Little did they know that their actions had already exposed them. As soon as they stepped down the stairs, a childish voice sounded behind them: "Wait, you can't leave."