King Ping returned to Shilizhuang, entered the second gate, stopped with his hands behind his back, and said with a tense face:

"Call Madam Zheng to see me."

Ding Yi bowed and agreed, and hurried out to find someone. Soon, Madam Zheng followed Ding Yi and trotted into the second door.

Ping Wang's expression calmed down slightly, and he raised his foot and walked slowly towards the inner courtyard. Madam Zheng lowered her hands and followed her closely behind Ping Wang. Ping Wang did not look back, but said lightly:

"It's time to change the people who serve in the study yard outside the royal palace. Let's leave this matter to you. Go back and carefully, choose some suitable people to send them to work as a servant. Don't even a girl. It's best to choose only older and more mature and steady mothers. As for the servants, I've already picked a few of them on the mountain and I'll be in Pingyang Mansion in a few days. I'll leave it to you. You are trained to learn the rules and then go to work as a servant."

Madam Zheng blinked a few times and stared at Prince Ping in a daze. She didn't dare to answer for a moment. Prince Ping stopped, turned around, smiled and looked at Madam Zheng, then turned around, and gently ordered as she walked:

"You also know the temper of your wife. Although you are meticulous, you are the most impatient with these meticulous things. The nanny should worry more. You should pay more attention to the people around you on weekdays and take care of your wife. You are a smart person and are wholehearted towards your wife. If you leave the people around you, please don't worry, your wife, and you don't worry."

Madam Zheng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly chased after her.

"Master?"

King Ping stopped, turned around, smiled and looked at Madam Zheng honestly and said:

"Just do it with confidence. If you plan for your wife, just plan for your master."

Madam Zheng's eyes lit up, and a warm feeling surged in her heart. Her eyes were slightly moist, and she showed a smile on her face. She quickly bent her knees and agreed deeply:

"Don't worry... I know how to do it, I, don't worry."

Ping Wang Wenhe looked at her and raised his hand gently.

"Well, you go and do it."

Madam Zheng bent her knees respectfully and agreed, and her steps retreated lightly.

King Ping's face relaxed, with his hands behind his back, walked leisurely towards Zhuyuanju along the bluestone path.

Mrs. Zhou staggered out of the car in front of the Second Prince's Villa in Lianhua Peak, and ran into the yard with her skirt. A group of girls and women hugged their cloaks and hand stoves to respond to things. They followed Mrs. Zhou in panic. The group rushed into the inner courtyard in horror.

Shen Ye's eyes were red, and he hugged Mrs. Zhou tightly at the gate of the yard, and choked and advised:

"Mom, mom, please be quiet, don't be anxious, don't be anxious."

Mrs. Zhou looked at her son in a panic and fierce manner, and her voice pierced the cold breath around her.

"Where is your sister? Where is Yuye? My good son..."

Mrs. Zhou pushed Shen Ye away and rushed into the room. Shen Ye was pushed by her and staggered back two steps, fell to the ground, endured the pain, hurriedly got up, followed Mrs. Zhou and rushed in.

Mrs. Zhou ran into the room, and there were girls and women standing around the room, all of whom were silent, and there was no sound at all. Mrs. Zhou stared at the figure wrapped in a quilt at the corner of the bed, and then looked at the vague figure covered under the quilt on the bed. She turned her head blankly and looked at Shen Ye in confusion. Shen Ye was crying and pointed to the bed. Mrs. Zhou hesitated and slowly walked to the bed, as if she was afraid of disturbing the people on the bed. She sat gently on the edge of the bed, hesitated, retreated, and slowly touched the quilt.

Chen Ye took a half step forward, knelt on his feet in front of the bed, held Mrs. Zhou's hand, and choked and advised:

"Mom, don't...don't look at it, sister, I'm hanged, scared... You, sister, you must be the most beautiful, I definitely don't want to..."

Mrs. Zhou woke up and rushed over, pulling the quilt open with a "huh" sound. Miss Shen Liu's face was purple and spreading her tongue long and staring with her eyes wide, as if she was looking straight at the sky above her head. Mrs. Zhou let out a "whimper" sound, and before she could cry, she fell straight backwards.

When Shen Zhiyuan arrived at the Shen family's village in a mess, the mourning hall had already been arranged. Mrs. Zhou sat in the middle of the mourning hall with dull eyes, staring at the larger spiritual bed behind the swaying candlelight. Chen Ye helped his father in all the way, explaining quietly as he walked:

"... It was my sister's girl who was discovered by Yuetou and called someone in. When she heard that her sister's body was hard, the girl actually hit her head and died in the incense burner... She was also a kind and kind person. My mother said she would bury them in the same place and have a companion in the underworld..."

Shen Zhiyuan stood at the door of the mourning hall, his hands trembling, and tried his best to control himself, trying to hold his hands behind his back and press them together, straightening his back, nailing them to the door of the mourning hall like a nail, pursing his lips tightly, and looking straight at his daughter covered in white cloth on the spirit bed.

After a while, he turned straight and looked at the girl and the woman kneeling all over the yard, and ordered Chen Ye in a flat voice.

"Let them all retreat. Yuye agreed to the marriage and let them go. If they were to die, who could bear to see? In the past, the men of the Shen family had to learn to eat people, but now even women have started to eat people! Yuye is my daughter, a good child, responsible and strong, and even dies in the family of his enemies! The Shen family... If they don't eat people, they can't live in the Shen family."

Shen Zhiyuan's voice became cold and cold. His younger brother was eaten before he could learn to eat people. Now he is his daughter, who else is there?

Shen Zhiyuan raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes and stared at the distant sunset in the sky. The sunset was red and radiant with a warm luster. The clouds surrounding the sunset looked so brilliant and brilliant. The golden crow that was extremely beautiful and noble was not a place where mortals could survive.

The sunset fell into the horizon, and the sky gradually became dizzy. Shen Zhiyuan lowered his head and was silent. After a while, he turned his head and looked at his son who was standing beside him, standing tall and growing up, and his mood slowly calmed down. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with thought:

"I heard you beat your uncle in person the day before yesterday?"

Chen Ye's face was red, and a strong hatred flashed in his eyes. He looked straight at his father and replied:

"My sister is gone! My sister died at his hands! He killed it..."

Chen Ye's voice choked and tears came out.

"He wants me to find someone to do rituals first, and to get rid of bad luck to the second prince's concubine Zhuangzi, father, his daughter is noble, is it sister..."

Chen Ye covered his face with his sleeves, and couldn't say anything anymore. Shen Zhiyuan's face turned pale, his eyes flashed and he looked at his son with a flash of eyes. He raised his hand and patted his son's shoulders vigorously but extremely gentle.

"I'm not talking about this, you can't hold back."

Chen Ye looked at his father with red eyes and a little dazed. Shen Zhiyuan looked at him with gentle eyes and whispered:

"You are a man and a supporter. You are getting older and older for your father. In the future, this family will depend on your support. You will need your younger brothers and sisters to take care of you. When encountering big things, even if the sky falls, you must be calm and clear-headed. You must not lose your sense of responsibility or mess up the lineup. If you do something wrong again, it will be a little worse."

Chen Ye looked at his father in a daze, and Shen Zhiyuan gently brushed his clothes and continued gently:

"Your sister's matter is handled well, but there are two things that are not done well. First, you shouldn't contradict your uncle in person. Second, how can you keep your younger brother and sister in the mansion? Okay, don't just cry. There are still many things we have to do. You should send someone to take your younger brother and sister over and say, let them persuade your mother. As for Yuye, people cannot be resurrected when they die. You should be buried as soon as possible."

Chen Ye nodded quickly and turned around worriedly to look at Mrs. Zhou who was sitting upright. Shen Zhiyuan also turned around, looked at his puppet-like wife with heartache, and whispered to Chen Ye,

"You go and pick up your younger brother and sister. If you have me, there will be nothing wrong with your mother."

Chen Ye nodded and hurried out to get a car and pick up the person.

Shen Zhiyuan slowly entered the mourning hall, sat down next to Mrs. Zhou, reached out to hug her, and whispered to comfort her:

"A Ling, I'm back, it's okay, I'm back."

Mrs. Zhou turned around blankly, looked at Shen Zhiyuan carefully with her head raised, and after a while, she suddenly pounced on Shen Zhiyuan and burst into tears.

Shen Zhiyuan shed tears, patted her gently, and comforted her intermittently:

"A Ling, don't cry, don't cry anymore, it's over, okay, everything is fine, if you have me, don't worry, don't worry, everything has me, don't worry, our jade leaves, I know, don't worry, our jade leaves will not die in vain, don't worry..."

In the small courtyard in a corner of the Second Prince's Mansion Garden, Miss Chen Wu, was sitting on the low couch in front of the window, hunching tears. The Second Prince turned the curtain and stared at Aunt Yin under the window. Her hair was loose and tied up randomly. She only used a white jade hairpin. Several black and shiny and soft hairs hung between her fair and slender neck. Her back was thin and thin, but soft. She was wearing a light green and half-old cotton short jacket, and she sat there softly and helplessly, silently lowering her tears.

The tears seemed to drip into the second prince's heart, making his heart sour and gentle.

The second prince walked over quietly, reached out and gently embraced Aunt Yin's shoulder. Aunt Yin trembled like frightened. He turned around and looked up at the second prince. His face turned red and he hurriedly got up and gave a blessing.

"Slave... I don't know, I don't know..."

Aunt Yin called herself a slave in a bad mood. The second prince felt distressed, hurriedly pulled her up, and said with a gentle smile:

"No need to be so polite, why are you crying? I've been busy these days and haven't been here to see you. I'm still used to it in the past few days when I entered the mansion? Although the yard is a bit off, it's better to be quiet..."

The second prince hugged Aunt Yin and walked into the inner room while talking in a slight manner. Aunt Yin was nervous and unfamiliar with the second prince's steps, and walked inside in his arms.

The second prince turned his head to look at the furnishings in the house and nodded with satisfaction. His princess has all the knowledge and demeanor, and never makes people feel uncomfortable in small matters. (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please log in. There are more chapters, support the author and support genuine reading!)
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