This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

No sooner had he finished speaking than He Yunzhou, who was in front, slipped and fell hard onto the ground in the courtyard with a "thud".

"Ouch--"

He Yunzhou winced in pain, then turned and glared fiercely at Tong Lu, saying, "You little brat! I'll deduct your wages, I absolutely have to deduct your wages!"

Tonglu, holding an umbrella, saw that his young master had already fallen, so he figured it wouldn't make a difference if he fell a little longer. He then turned back to the carriage to get him some clean clothes before running over.

He was filled with rage, wondering what sins he had committed to deserve such a servant.

"Yunzhou, are you alright?"

Mother He stepped forward and reached out to help the person up.

"Auntie, you don't need to come out. I'm fine. I can take a fall!" He Yunzhou quickly stopped his mother's actions, laughing heartlessly.

Mother He sighed. "Sigh, this child is still so unreliable even as he grows up."

Tong Lu caught up from behind. He Yunzhou was struggling to get up, the road under his feet was too slippery.

Just as he regained his footing, Tonglu behind him shouted loudly, "Young Master! Be careful! Ah—"

Before He Yunzhou could react, he was spun around and knocked down by Tong Lu's sliding tackle.

The master and servant were in a terrible state, covered in mud as if they had rolled in a mud pit, with muddy yellow water on their faces and hair.

He Wuyou and He Wuyang simply couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Hahahaha, cousin, you're so funny!"

"I heard from my sister-in-law that pigs like to bathe in mud."

"Hahahahaha-"

"Worry-free, Ah Yang!" Mother He gave the two a warning look, but the upturned corners of her mouth betrayed her true thoughts.

But as soon as she frowned, she thought of the letter of divorce written by her eldest son, and the smile on her face slowly disappeared.

"I..." He Yunzhou wiped the mud off his face, looked at the equally disheveled Tonglu, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Tonglu, you don't even want your wages next month?!"

Tong Lu opened his eyes wide, his face full of innocence, and said, "Young Master, I didn't mean to. I promise you, you will never do it again..."

"Shut up!" He Yunzhou quickly interrupted him. Tong Lu was such a jinx; whatever he said came true. He didn't want to make a mistake again.

The master and servant helped each other to the eaves, and He's mother led He Wuyou to the kitchen to boil water and change their clothes.

He Wuyou looked at himself with disdain, then at Tonglu, who looked like a mud monkey beside him, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Turning to look at He Wuyang standing under the eaves, he realized that the little girl was looking at him with even more disdain.

"Cousin, just stand there and don't come any closer."

The little girl quickly put away the words she had written with He Wuyou that morning, afraid they would get dirty from the mud and water.

He Yunzhou's breath hitched. Even the little girl disliked him. He glared at Tonglu, who was wringing out his clothes.

That kid is really something, all he does is cause trouble and no one gets anything done.

"Ah Yang, your cousin brought you some delicious food, but he left it in the car and forgot to bring it over. I'll go get it when the rain stops."

The little girl's eyes lit up when she heard there was something delicious to eat, and her face immediately lit up with excitement.

"Mmm! Thank you, cousin."

Upon seeing her greedy expression, He Yunzhou secretly sighed, "Not bad, not bad, she has some of my potential."

No wonder he's a descendant of the He family; his gluttony is ingrained in his bones and he can't change it.

"Little girl, I noticed your mother seemed troubled just now. Can you tell your cousin? Maybe I can help."

Having been immersed in the business world for many years, He Yunzhou was extremely adept at reading people's expressions, and he had clearly seen the changes in his aunt's expression just now.

A hint of hesitation flashed across the little girl's face; she didn't know whether she should say it or not.

"Ah Yang, if you don't want to tell me, then tell me who made your mother unhappy."

He Yunzhou walked over and wanted to touch her shoulder, but he only realized that he was covered in mud when he raised his hand. Even his hands were covered in mud.

"yes, Sir."

"Huh? Your older brother can offend your mother too?" He Yunzhou's eyes widened in surprise. "What happened to your older brother?"

“I don’t know either,” He Wuyang shook his head. “Second brother took a piece of paper with writing on it from inside the house and showed it to Mother. After Mother read it, her expression turned strange.”

Upon hearing this, He Yunzhou felt as if a cat was scratching at his heart. What heinous thing had He Jing done?

"What does it say? Do you recognize it?"

He Wuyang frowned and shook his head: "There's a character for 'book' written on it, but there's another character before that that I don't recognize. But I can write it down for you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl picked up a tree branch, squatted under the eaves, and wrote the words in the damp mud.

When she finished writing, stroke by stroke, He Yunzhou was so shocked that his jaw dropped, and he even stared blankly for a moment.

A letter of divorce! He Jing actually wrote a letter of divorce!