The daily life of the little princess of the royal group

"Yes, yes, it's your money, but after you pass away, won't it also be my husband's money?" The woman said sarcastically and rolled her eyes.

"Besides, you don't look like you will live long..." She said this in a low voice, but everyone heard it.

He Yun was so angry that he almost fainted again, and all the blood in his body rushed to his head.

Fortunately, Mingyue always had first aid medicines such as quick-acting heart pills in her carriage, and she quickly asked Xiao Liuzi to give them to He Yun.

It was worthy of being a medicine made by the Imperial Hospital. After a while, the old man was no longer so short of breath.

But his body was still trembling, "You, you vicious woman!"

"Vicious woman?"

"I?"

"Hahahahaha"

The woman suddenly laughed like a madman. Mingyue's guards looked at her vigilantly, ready to take her life at any time.

"Do you think I instigated all this? Do you know what your lazy son says about you behind your back?"

"He owes a lot of debts. If I hadn't been thinking about the family property in your hands, I wouldn't have lived with him!"

"What what?" The old man couldn't believe it.

His memory of his son still stays in the year when his wife passed away. At that time, his son was only seven or eight years old, the most adorable and sensible age.

"Are you old? Are your ears not working well anymore?"

"I said, your son owes a lot of gambling debts! Gambling debts!"

"He's useless, useless, hahahahahahaha."

Perhaps she was venting her dissatisfaction over the years, the woman giggled.

He Yunru was struck by lightning. How could his son, whom he was once most proud of, become like this?

Xiao Liuzi and Xiao Wu didn't dare to speak. They lowered their heads with red eyes, and it was obvious that they knew about it.

Mingyue clearly saw that the spirit in He Yun's eyes was gone. When he opened the door in the morning, he was still a sharp-eyed old boy, but now he looked like an unwanted old man.

In just half an hour, he suffered continuous heavy blows. No one could bear it.

Did I do something wrong? Perhaps if I hadn't come, he could still have lived a happy old age.

Zhan Rui keenly noticed Mingyue's depressed mood. He patted the back of Mingyue's hand and looked at her firmly.

Mingyue felt a little dazed. Wen Zhi had treated her the same way before, and he could feel her emotional changes at all times.

But...but the person in front of me is the youngest son of Shaoqing of Sinong Temple, Zhan Rui.

Before I had time to think about it, I was startled back to my senses by a loud "bang".

"Here, here are ten ounces of gold, which is almost all I have. I will consider this son gone. No matter whether he is dead or alive, don't come looking for me."

"If I were sick or dying, I would rather cut my throat with a knife than have him wait on me!"

It turned out that He Yun asked Xiao Liuzi to take the money box out of his room.

His daughter-in-law's eyes lit up, and she was about to "reluctantly" pick up the gold on the ground when she was suddenly slapped away by a hand.

"Get lost, this is what my father left me, you stinky bitch, don't touch my money!" The one who spoke was the old man's son. He greedily put the gold in his mouth and bit it, "Hehe, it's real."

"Dad, no, no, Mr. He, from now on we will go our separate ways. You all be my witnesses, I promise not to bother you again~" After saying that, he turned around and was about to go to the gambling house to fight another three hundred rounds.

Later, when he gambles away all his wealth and finds no matter what wife he wants to marry, the old man will probably regret it to death for not having the blessing to enjoy it.

Wouldn't it have been better if you had taken out the money earlier?

"You beast, leave some for me! I am your wife, and I also have the right to get half. Give it to me!" The woman pulled He Yun's son.

As the two men pushed and shoved, the lacquer box fell to the ground again, this time breaking into pieces.

However, they didn't care. They only had eyes for the ten taels of gold. They picked them up in a hurry, and even did not let go of the gold fragments the size of half a grain of rice that fell to the side.

An old hand trembled as it picked up the broken pieces of lacquerware on the ground. This... this was made by his wife herself.

He had just thrown it on the ground in a fit of anger and was deeply regretting it. Now looking at its wreckage... he was filled with grief.

It was as if his wife had died in front of him again.

However, this also severed the last trace of fatherly love he had for his son.

He watched coldly as his son and daughter-in-law fought and scolded each other. He never expected that he, who had been so proud all his life, would end up like this.

Xiao Liuzi held He Yun's hand tightly, as if to say: Master, at least we are here, we will not leave you.

The peddler who had just lost his mother felt warmth from He Yun for the first time. Seeing his son being so heartless, he went up and punched him again and again.

"What are you doing..."

"puff"

“Who are you…”

"puff"

"save…"

"puff"

No one around went up to stop the fight. After all, this unfilial beast really deserved to be beaten!

Everyone secretly cheered for the peddler, saying, "Hit harder! Good job!"

"Okay, stop hitting me." He Yun closed his eyes, unwilling to see the miserable state of his former son.

He extended his hand, and his former son tried to take it, but He Yun shook him off, "Get lost!"

Xiao Liuzi looked at the silent and arrogant master, then looked at the self-deprecating and ignorant peddler, "Hey, brother, don't you see the master's hand is stretched out?"

"Huh?" The peddler pointed at his mouth. "Me, me, me, me?"

"Yes, yes, it's you!" Xiao Liuzi is a funny guy, imitating his stuttering.

The peddler didn't mind, as it was the first time he was taught to speak without any sarcasm.

His eyes were red, and he put his hand on her, "Master."

"Hey! Tomorrow you all can call me dad. Although I don't have much money, I still have a house to live in." He Yun said the decision he had made for a long time.

He had long wanted Xiaowu, Xiaoliuzi and others to be his adopted sons. After all, they had been by his side, taking care of him, and chatting and laughing with him over the years.

"This...this...we are just slaves..." Xiao Liuzi rubbed his fingers excitedly.

"I don't have a daughter, and now I don't have a son either. There's no one to see me off to the grave. Just leave me alone. No one will burn paper money for me in the future. I'll just be the most pitiful old man."

"No, no, we will accompany you and protect you!" Xiao Liuzi and others knelt down straight, and did not forget to pull the stunned peddler.

"Then be my son!"

"Do it, do it."

"What's that called?"

"father!"

"Eh!"

In this way, Mr. He lost a heartless son, but successfully gained four filial and hardworking sons.

This scene is both outrageous and touching.

Mingyue wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and led the applause.

When the applause gradually died down, Mingyue walked over to He Yun and said, "Old sir, it was all a misunderstanding before. You are a good person."

"Princess, I was too arrogant before, trusted the wrong person, and slandered you. I sincerely apologize to you here." He Yun bowed deeply to Mingyue with difficulty.

"It's okay, it's nothing." Mingyue quickly helped him up.

"But I have something else to say."