The ugly concubine counterattacks the beautiful lady, the evil prince should not love her too much

Nangong Mo's hand paused for a moment, and Madam Nangong said, "Master, you're going to let him do this?" After that, she waved her hand, "Come here, Zhiyuan has gone crazy, why don't you drag him away?"

"Wait!" Nangong Mo suddenly waved his hand and looked at Madam Nangong and said, "Madam, let me take a look, just one look, and I'll give up!"

The sound was sad and vicissitudes, but it was no less than the sound of the suona before.

Madam Nangong was stunned, and tears finally fell: "You still can't forget her, right?"

Jue Nangong Mo didn't even look at her, took a deep breath, and nodded: "I owe her too much, I only owe her in my life!"

"What about me?" Madam Nangong looked at him, her face ashen. "Don't you ever feel like you owe me anything?"

"I gave you a name, you lack nothing!"

"Haha..." Madam Nangong sneered, "What the hell is a title? I'd rather not have it!"

Nangong Mo sighed and looked at her: "I am sorry for you, but I don't owe you anything. I will give you whatever you want!"

Madam Nangong suddenly burst into laughter: "Nangong Mo, you gave me everything, but what you gave me was not what I wanted. What I wanted, you gave her, everything!"

"But I have always allowed you to hurt her!" Nangong Mo's hand still stopped in mid-air, "So, today, I must watch it!"

"She's dead, she's dead, and she's been dead for twenty years!" Madam Nangong suddenly screamed hysterically, "Look, look, it's not her, it definitely can't be her!"

Nangong Mo's hand slowly stretched out towards the spirit tablet, trembling. The closer it got to the red cloth, the more violently it shook. Finally, he grabbed the cloth, suddenly closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, lifted the red cloth and threw it into the air.

The red cloth fluttered down, dazzling the eyes of everyone present.

On the red memorial tablet, a line of words was engraved in regular script: Nangong Xiao's seat at Tsinghua University!

"Tsinghua..." Nangong Mo yelled, kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"Impossible, how is it possible?" Madam Nangong shook her head, "Back then, it was clearly..."

"You killed him, didn't you?" Xiao Zhiyuan looked at her coldly, "You asked my grandparents to kill my bastard, but they couldn't bear to do it. You asked them to kill us, mother and son, or you would kill their whole family, right?"

Madam Nangong seemed not to hear it, and just murmured to herself: "Impossible, you are lying, he is obviously dead..."

"As biological parents, no matter how angry they are with their daughter, how could they really kill her?" Xiao Zhiyuan continued.

"Do you think that everyone is like you? You have no family affection, no emotions, you are a walking corpse, and you still think that you are beautiful, so all men in the world fall at your feet?

In order to maintain your figure, you refuse to have children no matter what. Is there anyone more selfish than you in this world?"

"Madam, did you really...really do this?" Nangong Mo turned around and looked at Madam Nangong with a look of disbelief, "I always thought that you were just a little bit unruly and willful, but I didn't expect that you could even kill someone?"

"Master Nangong, you have slept with a vicious woman for more than 20 years. Today, I will let you see her true face!"

Xiao Zhiyuan's tone was as cold as ice, like a Shura from hell, wanting to destroy everything in the world, including himself.

After hearing this, Yang Qianqian roughly understood it.

Nangong Mo once said that when he was young, he did something that was unfair to Madam Nangong, which caused her to change her personality drastically.

Xiao Zhiyuan also said that he was an illegitimate child and his mother never married in her life.

So, his father is actually Nangong Mo?

Everything can be explained, including why he covered the spirit tablet with a red cloth, why he was so attentive to Nangong's father and daughter, and why his temperament changed drastically after Xiao's mother's death, and why he dumped her to pursue Nangong Yue'e.

"Then... you are mine?" Nangong Mo looked at Xiao Zhiyuan with misty eyes.

"My last name is Xiao, your last name is Nangong, we are not a family, and we will never be!"

Xiao Zhiyuan snorted coldly, "Marrying into the Nangong family is my mother's lifelong wish. I have been planning for a long time to add Nangong's husband's surname to her name. As for the rest, I don't care. I have no father since I was a child. Now I have grown up, and I don't need a father anymore!"

"Zhiyuan... I, I'm so sorry to you and your son. I always thought that you were dead. Your grandparents said so themselves. I really went to look for you..."

"Ah-ah!!!"

Before Nangong Mo finished speaking, there was a sudden shout from behind Xiao Zhiyuan. Everyone turned around and saw that it was Nangong Yue'e: "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand? Why can't I understand? What happened? Isn't it me who's getting married today? Why is it like this? Why, why?!"

"Yue'e..." Nangong Mo looked at her apologetically, "Zhiyuan is your brother, you can't marry him!"

"I don't want a brother. I'm getting married today. I'm getting married!" Nangong Yue'e shouted, and suddenly lifted her skirt, ran out through the crowd.

"Yue'e..." Nangong Mo was about to chase after her when he heard a "puff" sound behind him. Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Mrs. Nangong's mouth, spilling all over the ground.

"I'll go chase Yue'e, you take care of the Madam!" Yang Qianqian was standing closer to the top, and Madam Nangong fell down and was caught by her. When she saw Nangong Yue'e running out, she quickly stuffed Madam Nangong into Nangong Mo's arms and ran out.

Turning back, he glared at Xiao Zhiyuan again, and said coldly, "I told you not to let Yue'e down, or I will make you die a miserable death!"

As he spoke, he did not stop but ran in the direction Nangong Yue'e left.

"Yue'e..." Yang Qianqian followed her, but saw that she kept covering her face and kept running. I didn't expect that a lady from a wealthy family, who was usually weak and frail, could run so fast.

I don’t know how long I ran, but in the end, Nangong Yue’e tripped over her dress and fell directly on the street, crying.

"Look at what you are like. If you cry, that bastard will be even more proud. Your mother just vomited blood and fainted. You should go back and check on her. If you run away, your father will only worry more. Go back and have a good talk with your parents first. Don't do anything stupid!"