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Yang Yuqing's parents pleaded with the old lady in her room not to marry Yang Yuqing off, but the old lady was determined to marry Yang Yuqing off to the deputy county magistrate's son, and no matter how much the couple pleaded, she wouldn't budge.

Li Mo'er kept a mental watch on her home from the hotel.

At this moment, Yang Yuqing's cousin entered the room and said, "Grandma, since Uncle and Aunt don't want that brat to marry into the family, why don't we let me marry in place of my sister? Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds? We'd get the bride price and also become in-laws."

The old lady's face darkened: "Are you sending him to make a marriage alliance or an enemy? The deputy county magistrate's son is after that brat's face, not to have someone ward off evil spirits."

The eldest daughter-in-law was displeased: "Mother, Yuzhu is also your granddaughter, how can you say such things about her?"

The old woman glanced at her and scolded, "It's all your fault for living in that awful saline-alkali land. Don't you know what a daughter looks like? My son is at least handsome. I even suspect you're some kind of mixed-race child."

Upon hearing this, the eldest daughter-in-law's pupils contracted, clearly showing some guilt. She exclaimed, "Hey, Mother, don't talk nonsense like that! I'm completely innocent! Yuzhu just looks like you. Look at her nose, and look at her mouth—they're exactly the same!"

The eldest son looked at his daughter, then at his mother, and nodded, saying, "Yuzhu and I do look seven or eight parts alike. Mother, don't talk nonsense about my wife. If word gets out, how can we go out in public?"

When Li Mo'er heard this in the inn, she burst out laughing.

Seeing that the third brother and his wife were still kneeling on the ground, repeating those same few words over and over again.

The old woman's anger flared instantly. She grabbed a feather duster from the bedside, held the feathered end, and began whipping her third son and his wife, again and again. Soon, bloody welts appeared on their bodies. As she whipped them, she cursed, "You ungrateful wretch, get out of here! Don't get in my way! Get out, get out!"

Before long, Yang Yuqing's parents could no longer hold on. Supporting each other, they walked out of the old lady's room.

Li Mo'er was furious when she saw the third son and his wife leave the room.

With a thought, a swarm of wild bees flew out of the space and went straight in through the open window.

The old lady was still feeling smug when she was surrounded by bees. A short while later, screams of agony came from inside the house!

The old lady reacted quickly; with a head full of bumps, she immediately got onto the kang (a heated brick bed) and covered herself with her sleeping sheet.

Because it was summer, the sheets were quite thin, and even when covered, you could still feel the stings in some places.

When the third brother and his wife went out, Li Mo'er saw that the wooden door was pushed outwards. In order to prevent any of them from escaping, Li Mo'er placed a stone outside the door.

Yang Yuqing's uncle had been stung seven or eight times on his face, neck, and arms. He pulled his vest over his head and tried to push open the door and run out, but the more anxious he was, the less he could open it.

Enraged, he kicked the door hard, then jumped onto the kang (a heated brick bed), grabbed the sheet from his mother's body, and covered himself with it.

The old lady was hiding properly when suddenly her eldest son snatched the sheet from her, and she was stung five or six times, screaming in pain.

Seeing that her son had snatched the sheet, she immediately reached out to grab it back, kicking her big son as she did so.

The worst off was Yang Yuzhu, who felt hot and wore very little clothing, leaving her arms and legs exposed. She was now being stung so badly that she was foaming at the mouth.

Yang Yuqing's aunt, on the other hand, was wearing thicker clothes, but she only got stung a few times on her face and neck.

She covered her head with her coat, and when the bees saw that they couldn't sting her there, they turned around and stung the other three people!

Grandma Yang Yuqing and her uncle were fighting over the old bed sheet. After a few rounds, the bed sheet was torn to shreds with a tearing sound.

The two of them each covered half of their necks and faces with the bees. After a long while, Li Mo'er thought it was enough and with a thought, she put all the bees into her spatial storage.