The poisonous concubine is very arrogant, making the crippled king blush and his heart beat fast

Yu... Prince Yu!!

Both Mr. and Mrs. Tang widened their eyes in surprise.

This... this person is indeed disabled, but not only is he not ugly or old, but he looks like a fairy!

Tang laughed awkwardly, "What a misunderstanding, it was... Jiang Mengli who told us you were old and ugly. She has no talent, no morals, and no upbringing, so it's normal for her to say such unpleasant things."

"This house is ours now. She's showing off here and it's really affecting our lives. Look, she even injured my husband. You'd better divorce her!"

Anyway, I have heard the insults and there is no way I can argue anymore, right?

There is nothing to be afraid of from an unfavored and disabled prince.

Is it possible that he would jump up and punch them twice?

Wen Mohan's voice was slightly cold as he asked, "Who are you, the princess?"

Tang coughed lightly twice, straightened her back, and replied with a smile, "We are her elders. You should call us Second Uncle and Second Aunt. We are the second branch of her grandfather's cousin."

Wen Mohan chuckled, "This relative is quite distant, Yun Jian, slap him twenty times before throwing him out!"

Slap! Throw it out! ?

The couple were startled and subconsciously hugged each other and stepped back.

Jiang Changhe half-bent his body, holding his aching chest and stammering, "I, I, I am the chief clerk of the yamen. Hitting people is against the law. Gentlemen who break the law are subject to the same punishment as common people, and Your Majesty is no exception."

Wen Mohan raised his eyes and sneered when he heard this, "Master, you have such great authority. But do you know what the crime of occupying a private house is?"

Jiang Changhe: “…” speechless.

Wen Mohan continued, "From now on, you are no longer the Chief Clerk, and you will not be allowed to enter the government for the next three generations!"

Rumble…

This was like a bolt from the blue, leaving both of their heads buzzing.

Does this mean that his son and grandson will also be unable to take the imperial examination?

Every family wants their children and grandchildren to have high official positions and salaries, to bring honor to the family. Not being able to enter the officialdom is more unacceptable than the sky falling.

Tang came to her senses and said angrily, "How can a disabled prince like you have the right to decide? My husband knows Prince Jing!"

Even the position of chief clerk was obtained through this relationship, and he only worked in the yamen for a few days.

Wen Mohan was too lazy to waste time talking to her, "Yun Jian, thirty slaps on the face."

Tang: "You dare!"

Wen Mohan: “Forty!”

Yun Jian stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, and slapped his hands non-stop. His hands were so fast that afterimages were left.

She was slapped so hard that she was dizzy and blood was flying everywhere.

"Stop fanning, stop fanning..." Jiang Changhe was extremely anxious. He wanted to step forward but was kicked away by Yun Jian.

"Dad, Mom!" Their son suddenly came over. "Who are you? How dare you break into a house and hurt someone?"

Wen Mohan raised his hand to signal, and Yun Jian carried the Tang couple on his shoulders and strode away. The young man hurriedly chased after him.

The surroundings finally returned to silence.

Wen Mohan turned his wheelchair and headed towards where the candlelight was.

He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and heard the conversation between the grandfather and grandson coming from inside.

"Don't worry, grandma. He's still very good to me. He said I'm his daughter-in-law and I should use the best of everything. I can buy whatever I want and eat whatever I want."

"Is it really that good?"

"Of course. The gold, silver, and jewelry they gave me could fill several boxes, and the silks and satins were piled high. It was a blessing in disguise for me."

"Haha...Okay, then you can't look down on someone with a disability. A woman follows her husband. If he has poor eyesight, you'll be his eyes. If he has poor legs, you'll be his legs..."

Wen Mohan's body trembled slightly when he heard this.

The heart that had been frozen for many years seemed to loosen at this moment.

The old lady's words were the most touching words he had ever heard in all these years.

Inside the house, Jiang held her hand and said, "I'm fine. You can go back. Don't let the prince worry too much. A woman can't stay out of the house all the time."

dong dong dong...

Suddenly there were two knocks on the door.

Lingqiao immediately went to open the door and was startled when he saw the person at the door, "Yun Jian, Your Majesty!"

Yun Jian pushed Wen Mohan into the house and said, "They have been thrown out. Madam Jiang can rest assured."

Jiang, who was lying on the bed, hurriedly propped herself up and got out of bed, trembling as she tried to kneel down and kowtow.

Wen Mohan hurriedly stopped her, "Grandma, there's no need to bow. Just lie back on the bed and rest."

The way she called her "Grandma" was very natural and skillful, as if it was not the first time they met.

Jiang was flattered. "Thank you, Your Highness. My A-li is sorry to have troubled you. Oh, I didn't... didn't prepare any tea. I'm really sorry for the poor hospitality."

She seemed a little at a loss and very frightened. She didn't expect Wen Mohan to come in person.

Jiang Mengli helped her lie back on the bed and comforted her, "It's okay, the prince doesn't like to drink tea."

Jiang heard this and said with half-belief, "Really? By the way, I don't know which prince you are. It's my fault that I don't leave the house often and don't know what's going on outside."

The more she looked at him, the more she liked him, mainly because his face was so pretty.

He doesn't have any airs of a prince and is very polite. He seems to be a good person.

Jiang Mengli: "Grandma, he is..."

"Grandmother, I am just a prince of a different surname." Wen Mohan interrupted her before she could finish her words, "Your Majesty has newly appointed me as the Prince of Leisure."

When these words were spoken, everyone except Jiang was confused.

They didn't understand why he lied.

But no matter how doubtful he was, he didn't dare to expose the lie.

Jiang Mengli forced a smile, "Yes, he is just a leisurely and idle prince, so he is called the idle prince."

"Very good..." Jiang was very satisfied, smiling until her eyes became slits. "Who cares if he's free or not? He's the prince after all. It's better if he's free. He can spend more time with you."

Wen Mohan said politely with a smile, "Grandma, Lingqiao will be here with you tonight. The king will send some servants over tomorrow, and we will come to see you often."

Jiang thought this was a good idea, so she agreed without hesitation and smiled, then urged them to go back quickly.

After leaving Jiang's house, Jiang Mengli said to him, "Thank you."

Wen Mohan said calmly, "If you want her to live a long life, don't reveal my true identity."

The next morning, there were many more servants in Jiang's house.

Tang, who was taught a lesson last night, appeared outside the house again and cleverly ordered people to throw all their belongings out of the mansion.

Jiang Changhe lost his job as the chief clerk, and his son was unable to take the imperial examination. The family regretted their decision and left in embarrassment.

Tang kept looking back at the house and said sadly, "I will be back!"

Prince Yu's Mansion.

Jiang Mengli was practicing Tai Chi in Lanxiang Courtyard when Yuzhu brought her embroiderer to the courtyard. "Princess, this is a famous embroiderer in the capital. She will take your measurements so she can make clothes for you."

Jiang Mengli stopped immediately after hearing this and asked, "I didn't say anything about making clothes?"

Yuzhu smiled and explained, "It was the prince. When he learned that you were short of clothes, he asked the housekeeper to invite an embroiderer over and asked her to make several sets of clothes for all four seasons."

"The prince has never been so attentive to a woman before. Today, he sent servants to the Jiang residence and said that all daily expenses of the Jiang residence would be paid from the Prince Yu's Mansion account."

Suddenly Jiang Mengli felt a little guilty.

Although Wen Mohan had impure motives in marrying her, he was really treating her well now. Yesterday, she actually hoped that Wen Mohan would really die.

While she was stunned, Yuzhu continued, "The prince knew that Madam Jiang was not in good health, so he hired a doctor to live in the Jiang residence."