Playing bad and eating melons: The whole court is laughing? No, no

Chapter 402 An Jieyu

The palace maid of Shaohua Palace took a pair of scissors, grabbed Meng Dong's hair roughly, and cut her hair according to An Jieyu's instructions.

Until Concubine An asked her to stop, the maid continued to cut.

Meng Dong didn't dare to resist at all, because the more she resisted, the more ruthless An Jieyu would be.

"Cut it off, cut it all off for me!"

Hearing this, the palace maid hurriedly speeded up her movements, and Meng Dong's hair was cut all over the floor.

"You little motherless bastard, why don't you just die outside!"

"He's just a prince without any support, how dare they do that! Just wait and see, one day I will take revenge double!"

At this moment, the eunuch's voice suddenly came from outside, "The Seventh Prince has arrived."

Upon hearing that the Seventh Prince was coming, the palace maid who was cutting Meng Dong's hair immediately stopped what she was doing.

An Jieyu calmed down and waved her hand to signal the palace maid to take Meng Dong away.

When the seventh prince Yuan Shuo came in, he happened to pass by Meng Dong. His eyes swept across Meng Dong's face and dog-chewed hair, and his brows frowned slightly.

"Shuo'er, you have to stand up for Mother." An Jieyu wiped her eyes with a handkerchief. "Mother just said something out of turn, and they treated her like this. And you were so kind to them."

Yuan Shuo hurried here after hearing what his two younger brothers had done to his mother.

However, he knew that although his two younger brothers were naughty, they would never be so reckless.

So, it must be something his mother did.

Sure enough, when he asked his two younger brothers, he found out everything. No wonder they did such an outrageous thing.

If it were him, he would probably do the same.

The Seventh Prince looked at Concubine An and said as gently as possible, "Mother, you shouldn't have spoken of my Eighth and Ninth Brothers, or the late Concubine Li, in that way."

Hearing this, An Jieyu's expression suddenly changed, "Are you here to accuse my mother?"

"I am not here to criticize you, Mother. I want you to know that there are certain things you cannot say in this palace. You should be careful with your words and actions."

"You are here just to accuse me!"

An Jieyu's tears immediately fell like pearls from a broken string, "They beat me, cut off my precious hair, and painted these two ugly things on my face.

When you came, you didn't care if I was hurt or not, you only cared about speaking for them. Have you forgotten that I am your mother? How could you treat me like this, you have no conscience?

Yuan Shuo looked at the crying An Jieyu, feeling somewhat helpless, but his tone remained gentle, "Mother, I am saying these things because you are my mother, not because I am biased towards my eighth and ninth brothers.

If you don't recognize your mistakes, you might end up causing even greater trouble in the future."

When An Jieyu heard this, she cried even louder, "Great, now you've grown up and become strong enough to teach me a lesson!"

"Mother, I have no..."

An Jieyu pointed towards the door and said, "Go away! I don't want to see you, an unfilial son!"

Yuan Shuo didn't move. After a moment's silence, he reached out to pull An Jieyu's sleeve and said, "Mother, please don't be angry. I was a little harsh in my tone. I am your child, so I will definitely side with you."

An Jieyu pulled back her sleeve angrily.

Yuan Shuo continued, "I know, and you know in your heart, that what I said is correct. Otherwise, you wouldn't have said that just now."

"But they've gone too far!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Yuan Shuo nodded in agreement, "I will go and talk to them later."

"This is my good son."

Yuan Shuo felt tired and thought about apologizing to the Eighth and Ninth Princes on behalf of his mother.

***

On the other hand, after leaving the palace, the Duke of England went straight to Ye Wuhen’s "China Grocery Store".

At this moment, he was eating fruit and chatting with Ye Wuhen in "Fruity".

Duke Ying took a bite of the banana and asked, "Mr. Ye, how old are you this year?"

"20."

"Have you married or taken a concubine?" the Duke of England asked.

"No."

Upon hearing this, the Duke of England quickly finished the banana in his hand.

He looked at Ye Wuhen with a smile, "I still have a daughter who is still unmarried, she is sixteen years old, I wonder if Mr. Ye is interested in her?"

Ye Wuhen looked at the Duke of Yingguo suspiciously, "Do you understand me? You betrothed your daughter to me. Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person and will ruin your daughter's life? You're too irresponsible."

Hearing Ye Wuhen's words, the Duke of England smiled with even greater satisfaction, "Although I don't know you, the fact that you can say such words shows that you are not a bad person.

Besides, the person that Master Xiao Jiang is willing to make friends with is definitely not a bad person. I am not the kind of father who would casually marry off his daughter. "

"Isn't this casual?" Ye Wuhen disagreed.

"Anyone certified by Master Xiao Jiang is definitely reliable, not just any random person. Besides, you're good-looking and your family background seems pretty good too.

Don't think I said that casually just because it was our first time meeting. I had thought a lot about it before that."

Ye Wuhen said lightly, "Oh."

Seeing this, the Duke of England asked again, "How about this? Do you want to meet my daughter?"

"No, I have no plans to get married right now."

"You are not young anymore, it's time for you to get married. When I was your age, I already had children." The Duke of England continued to persuade.

"I think it's still young, there's no rush."

"Isn't this urgent? In a few years, Master Xiao Jiang's children will be born."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wuhen's pupils shrank and his face darkened.

The Duke of England did not catch Ye Wuhen's change of mood and continued, "Even if you are not in a hurry to get married now, you can still meet each other! My daughter is not old, she can wait."

Faced with the Duke of England's relentless insistence, Ye Wuhen said impatiently, "Duke of England, I have no intention of getting married. I hope you won't mention this matter again. Otherwise, I will ask you to leave."

"I won't mention it anymore, absolutely not." The British official laughed twice to ease the atmosphere. "Don't blame me, Master Ye. I was abrupt in this matter."

Ye Wuhen's expression softened a bit, "It's better not to mention it. You mean well."

"I'm glad you didn't take it to heart, Young Master Ye." Duke Yingguo noted Young Master Ye's expression, "Then the macadamia nuts I want..."

"I'll ask for you, it shouldn't be a problem."

"Thank you very much, Master Ye."

Afterwards, the Duke of England bought a bunch of fruits from the shop and went home.

Canglang glanced at his young master and said quietly, "Young Master, your romantic life has been very prosperous recently."

Ye Wuhen heard it, but didn't react at all.

"It's a pity that none of them are what you want." Canglang said immediately.

This time, Ye Wuhen spoke.

"Canglang, have I been too indulgent towards you lately?"

"Please forgive me, my lord. Canglang admits his fault."

"Go away, don't get in my way here."

In a blink of an eye, dusk had arrived. Jiang Yueyang walked out of the palace and got into his own carriage.

She sat in the carriage and admired the scenery along the way. Seeing passers-by in pairs, she couldn't help but think of Lu Yunting.

"Ayue is still on his way to the border. I wonder if the snow and wind will be strong along the way?"

As he finished speaking, the carriage passed by a man and a woman, and then Jiang Yueyang saw her brother talking and laughing with a girl.

She curled her lips and smiled and said, "Brother, this sister is really pretty."