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

Chapter 913

Shi Anxia pondered thoughtfully, Tang Chuwen was, after all, the biological son of her grandfather and step-grandmother. Such a big event of divorcing his wife and cheating on his sister should be informed in due time, otherwise it would make her, the granddaughter, look so ignorant.

In fact, she has always wanted to be a filial and considerate granddaughter.

Bei Hui understood what he meant, "Then how about talking about Master Xinghe?"

Shi Anxia smiled faintly and tapped the wooden doll's forehead with her finger. "You should be gentle in everything and don't be too irritating." She raised her eyes and said, "Just prepare a copy of all the recently published newspapers so that grandpa can learn more about the major events happening in Beijing."

Bei Hui was beaming with joy, "I will arrange it right away."

The newspaper had written a lot about Master Xinghe's glorious anecdotes, both the good and the bad. I guess Zhu's blood would rush to her forehead after reading it... Bei Hui smiled with her eyebrows bent and her eyes narrowed.

Hong Que bumped into her outside the house and asked in confusion, "Sister Bei Hui, what are you so happy about?"

Bei Hui raised her eyebrows, "Everything is going well, everything is going as I wish, and you still don't allow me to have some fun?"

Hong Que laughed, "Then I'm happy too!"

"What are you happy about?" Bei Hui teased her. Looking at the beautiful girl who was becoming more and more beautiful, he couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently pinch her cheek, leaving a red mark.

Hong Que took Bei Hui's hand and said in the same tone, "Everything is going well, everything is going well, and you won't let me enjoy it for a while?"

Bei Hui hugged the little girl Hong Que and patted her. Suddenly, she sighed, "Hong Que, I don't even dare to think about it. At this time last year, I was still worried about what to do with you being so pretty. At that time, Master Yunxing would always drag you to the woodshed. I was so scared."

Hong Que buried her face in Bei Hui's arms and said with great attachment, "Sister Bei Hui, and sisters Dong Xi, Xi Yue, and Nan Yan, you are all good, and you all protect Hong Que. And Madam, she also protects Hong Que... Hong Que is very grateful in her heart."

Bei Hui took a deep breath, "Okay, why am I saying all this? I'm just lamenting that things have changed so much in the past six months. I even feel..." She hesitated for a moment, but still whispered, "Even our Beiyi seems to have changed."

The red magpie is not familiar with current affairs, so naturally it cannot feel how big the changes are.

But she had truly felt the decline of the Marquisate and its change of ownership.

After the change of ownership, the entire mansion became orderly. The relationship between the servants was no longer as flattering and bullying as before, with a lot of dirty deeds going on behind the scenes.

Even in a crowded place like Yunqi Academy, there were almost no cases of students bullying each other. Instead, the atmosphere of studying was one of trying to surpass each other and refusing to admit defeat.

Not long after, the former Protector of the Country, Tang Songlin, received a letter from the capital.

In fact, the place where he lived was not far from the capital, less than a hundred miles away from the city, but life in the countryside was really boring.

He received a letter from the capital and was happy for a rare moment, as he felt that someone was still thinking about him.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the handwriting of the granddaughter. And it was not a handwritten letter from the granddaughter, but a letter written in the granddaughter's tone.

Because he had carefully looked at his granddaughter's handwriting, and it looked messy and crooked, so he must have been done by a maid.

It's not important, just look at the content. After reading it, he was furious and threw the letter at the skinny Zhu, "Look at what your son has done! Divorcing his wife and selling his sister! How dare he do that!"

Zhu now spends the whole day lying in the yard basking in the sun, picking her nose and rubbing her feet without any manners. She sneered and retorted, "My son? You have no share?"

If Tang Songlin hadn't wanted to kill Zhu, he would have really pushed her into the river without anyone to talk to.

He looked at the old woman coldly, and thought of his late wife's gentle, kind, well-educated and beautiful appearance.

No comparison, no comparison at all.

He also sneered, "I only know that my son is like Tang Chuyu!"

"Well! Your son Tang Chuyu is doing very well. Wouldn't it be possible for him to inherit the title without your death? You are also the first in Beiyi. You have made great progress." Although Zhu's bones ached, she did not lose at all in the quarrel.