Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2220

Old Ma's chest heaved violently. Lieutenant Generals Zeng and Liang were both a source of pain in his heart.

He has tried his best to do everything well.

But no one thanked him.

He dealt with Lieutenant General Zeng's wife, and Lieutenant General Zeng resented him and stopped associating with him.

He killed Lieutenant General Liang's son, and Lieutenant General Liang resented him and stopped associating with him.

Over the years, Lao Ma has reflected on himself and felt that his enthusiasm was wasted. They were all a bunch of ungrateful people.

Ma Chuyi said coldly, "Do you still feel that your mother was unfair to you by divorcing you so readily back then? Your mother fainted from a high fever, and you were outside watching people wrestle and cheering."

"My younger brother has been suffering from malnutrition since childhood. He is sallow and thin, and he falls sick all the time. The doctors in the barracks are completely unable to treat him. When my mother asked you for money for medical treatment, you readily agreed, then gave the money to the wounded soldiers. You even righteously said that others needed the money more than my younger brother."

Ma Chuyi let out a cold breath, "Father, what right do you have to point fingers at Chu Yang now? Is it just because you are his father?"

Old Ma covered his chest with his hands, where he felt pain from an old injury.

But he received no mercy from his eldest son. "When our parents divorced, we two brothers applauded. You took a mistress and gave birth to a pair of evil beasts. I thought you would repent. But who knew you would become even worse and even dare to hit your mother!"

Old Ma covered his chest and curled up like a shrimp, the pain in his throat making it taste fishy and sweet.

But the normally quiet eldest son was especially talkative today. "Not only that, you're even using your insignificant retirement reward to sow discord between me and my younger brother."

Ma Chuyi was prepared. He slammed the account book from the desk drawer onto the table and said, "In my opinion, I don't even bother to take your little thing. My wife asked me to accept it just to show you that those blood-sucking worms in the Ma family will chew you up until nothing is left!"

Old Ma was numb from the pain, his head buzzing as he thought about how his family members in his hometown scolded him, blamed him, and stole his things, and how in the end he had no place to stay in his hometown.

How did he end up living alone? He was clearly caring for everyone at the expense of his own family, and all the good things he had were sent back to his hometown.

But in the end no one remembered his kindness.

Ma Chuyi's knuckles rapped on the pages, making them tremble. "If you think you can get me to poke holes in your brother and sister-in-law's hearts with these little tricks, you're gravely mistaken. Oh, and by the way, you can take all this back. The next day, I'll let all my sons and daughters take their mother's surname."

Old Ma's hands trembled, "Rebellious son! Rebellious son!"

Father and son broke up unhappy.

Old Ma left Bixia Pass angrily, and for some unknown reason walked to the gate of the Duke of Huguo's mansion.

The vermilion animal ring reflected his haggard face. He raised his hand several times, but finally put it back.

He turned around and just walked to the side of the stone lion when he suddenly heard the jingling of rings and pendants from inside the door.

The red door opened, and a proud and triumphant woman came out, looking truly noble.

She put her hand on the elegant man beside her and stepped out of the door. She smiled and gently pushed his elbow. "It's only a few steps away, is it worth it for you to come to pick me up? Are you afraid that I will get lost in this land of the capital?"

The man's fingertips were stained with pine soot ink, but he smiled and held her palm. "Anyway, I have some free time. Come and greet me and I'll feel at ease."

She pointed at the ink marks on his wrist and said, "You're still idle! The ink hasn't even dried up yet. Which volume of 'Beiyi Jingshi Beiyao' have you edited yet? Don't delay the Ministry of Works' manuscript due to me!"

The man said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, I won't be late." He smiled again, "Yes, I admit, I just wanted to see you earlier."

The driver pushed down the footstool and the man helped the woman get on the carriage by the elbow.

The moment the brocade curtain fell, the woman's smile, as delicate as a young girl, stung Lao Ma's eyes.