Confiscated property and exiled? I and the charlatan prince are competing against each other

"Dad, I want to eat steamed buns. I want two." Wu Tianbao shouted from the side.

Old Mrs. Wu happily took two whole-grain steamed buns and handed them to Wu Tianbao, then took another steamed bun for herself: "Son, the family will still depend on you and Tianbao in the future, so you two should eat more."

Seeing that Old Mrs. Wu had left two steamed buns for him, Wu Chi did not refuse and ate them happily.

As for his wife Liu, concubine Liu, and daughter Wu Zhaodi who were still chewing the hard steamed bread beside him, Wu Chi didn't even look at them.

Wu Zhaodi didn't care whether Wu Chi shared her buns or not. She looked at Liu's flushed face with worry and touched her hot forehead: "Mom, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"Don't worry, baby. Mom is fine." Liu said weakly, looking at her daughter with worry.

Liu had already caught a cold and was then exiled.

Without medicine or food, she didn't know how long she could live.

But her daughter is still young, and she would never feel at ease leaving her alone in the Wu family's quagmire.

After swallowing the broken steamed bread with difficulty, Liu heard a wicked and contemptuous voice from above her head: "Hey, my little beauty, what's wrong? Can you be full by eating this?"

Ma Zi smiled evilly, looked at Liu's blushing face, and couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

Liu was so frightened that she quickly dodged and looked at Wu Chi for help: "Husband."

"Hey!" Ma Zi responded quickly: "As expected of a Jiangnan girl, look at that cry, it makes my heart melt."

"Sir, I already have a family, what are you doing?" Liu asked, suppressing her fear.

"Your husband, I exchanged you for five steamed buns with me. You follow me tonight. If you serve me well, I will reward you with another steamed bun." Ma Zi grinned lewdly, reached out and grabbed Liu's arm, ready to pull her away.

"Let my mother go!" Wu Zhaodi grabbed Ma Zi's hand and bit it. Ma Zi was so angry that he grabbed her collar and lifted her up: "You little bitch, how dare you bite me!"

"You bullied my mother, I will beat you to death, beat you to death!" Wu Zhaodi's eyes were full of anger, and she punched and kicked Ma Zi.

Ma Zi stared at her dark and thin face, took the water bag from his waist and splashed it on Wu Zhaodi's face.

He reached out his hand and wiped Wu Zhaodi's wet face. The black dirt was wiped away with the water marks, revealing a fair and tender face.

Ma Zi couldn't help but grin, "So she's still a tomboy."

"Your husband exchanged you for five steamed buns, and you have eaten all the buns, so you belong to me tonight." Ma Zi said to Liu.

Wu Zhaodi said angrily: "We didn't even eat a single bite of the steamed bun!"

Liu looked at Wu Chi with even more disappointment: "You...Wu Chi, do you have any conscience? You actually sold me out just for a stutter!"

"What do you call a concubine bought from a brothel? It's your honor to exchange food for our Wu family." Old Mrs. Wu said sarcastically.

When Mrs. Liu found out that the steamed buns Wu Chi brought back were actually obtained by selling Mrs. Liu, she grabbed Wu Tianbao and said, "What are you eating? How can you eat this?"

"Liu has rebelled, so are you rebelling too? What my grandson eats is none of your business." Old man Wu raised his hand and slapped Liu hard.

Wu Tianbao snatched the steamed bun from Liu and glared at her: "If you don't give me food, you are not my mother anymore."

For a while, the Wu family was in an uproar because of Ma Zi's arrival.

However, Ma Zi didn't have the patience to listen to the Wu family's nagging, and instead grabbed Liu impatiently.

He has already given him the steamed buns, so how could he not be given the place tonight?

Seeing that Liu was still struggling, Ma Zi simply pushed her away and picked up Wu Zhaodi with one hand: "Okay, if you don't want to, let your daughter come."

"Sir, please, she is still a child, please let us go." Liu cried.

Ma Zi looked at Wu Zhaodi with a lustful look: "She looks about seven or eight years old. She is a little skinny, but she tastes even better when used by children."