Such voice, appearance and smile stopped in an instant, because Ling Jue's eyes were staring at the eldest princess Liaoyang who was facing forward with Pingyang Hou: "Why are you here?"

Ling Yue couldn't help but frown. When she left the mansion and went to Xinling that day, her brother complained about her mother because of this.

But she always thought that since the grudges between the mother and the son for so many years have already been resolved, there is no reason why this time the hurdle cannot be overcome? Besides, where is there any overnight revenge between the mother and the son?

But until the real scene happened in front of her today, Ling Yue realized that she had thought things too simple.

In the past few days, due to the incidents in the Marquis' Mansion, the Marquis of Pingyang had no time to take care of all the affairs of the mansion.

Not only did he have no time to take care of it, but he gradually forgot about it. When he suddenly saw Ling Jue's attitude today, he was even more shocked: "Je'er, how are you talking?"

Ling Jue took a half step forward and then stood still: "It's Jue'er who is rude, I hope his father and mother will forgive him."

Although what he said was an apology, there was no sincere expression of shame on his face. This was clearly just a reluctant journey. Marquis Pingyang knew in his heart that this was just a gift of face by Ling Jue.

Those old things cannot appear in their true faces for a day, and the misunderstandings between them will be difficult to reconcile in one day. But he cannot watch the mother and son continue to be awkward. No matter what method, even if he uses the majesty of being a father to suppress them, he will admit it.

"If you want to apologize, you should be more sincere, otherwise, it's better not to apologize. Since you want your mother to forgive her, then look at your mother." Mr. Pingyang rarely speaks in such an unquestionable tone, and in a hurry, he even his voice became louder.

Ling Yue shrank behind Ling Jue a little uncomfortable. She had never seen her father like this before.

Could it be that the days when she was not in the house, the brother and mother were so tense? And could it be that the father was stuck in the dilemma day after day?

If this is true, wouldn’t the source of the incident be entirely her own body? Ling Yue couldn’t help but feel even more anxious. She had already put some effort into entering Beijing. Now that she had just returned home, God gave her such a difficult thing to deal with?

Seeing that the situation was very stalemate, Ling Yue still had no choice but to jump out: "It was my intention to leave Beijing that day, and it was not entirely my mother's arrangement. Brother, you really blamed your mother this time."

Ling Yue clearly saw that Ling Jue was indeed reacting after hearing her words. But I don’t know if it was difficult to find the way, or if there were other factors.

Ling Jue still turned his gaze to Liaoyang on the side: "Yue'er speaks for you with all her strength. I don't care whether this is her filial piety or the truth is. I only care about one thing. If you can give a reasonable explanation today, Jue'er will sincerely apologize for all the offenses and rudeness before."

Ling Yue's face turned red when she heard this. Why did she always feel that her brother was a bit threatening?

Pingyang Hou, who rarely expressed his attitude this time in the awkwardness that happened to the mother and son, expressed his attitude this time: "She is your mother. Which son in the world speaks like this? What do you treat her as an enemy?"

Ling Jue, who was much afraid of it, had some idea of ​​what was wrong today. He was determined to say something. No matter how Pingyang Hou said it, he would only continue in his own established context: "In the past, Jue'er only thought that you were partial to your mother, but now it seems that Yue'er, who you love the most, is nothing more than that."

"Brother, what were you talking about?" Ling Yue only pulled a corner of Ling Jue's sleeve and signaled him to stop his mouth as soon as possible.

"I think you must think I was crazy today, right?" Ling Jue was speechless.

But only when he turned around and looked at her, Ling Yue confirmed something from his eyes.

That is, the brother is the brother, and there is no change: "As long as you stop talking now, I will still think you are normal."

Ling Yue was obviously a little angry, but when Ling Jue heard this, he curled his lips and smiled.

Among this Marquis' Mansion, Ling Yue is probably the only one who knows him best.

Although Yue'er's tone was very angry, she did give him full trust in her words.

"Mother, Yue'er has been missing for many days. I see, why are you a mother, firmly sitting on Mount Tai?" Ling Jue still pointed his finger at the eldest princess Liaoyang.

Ling Jue's aggressiveness today seems to be designed early in the morning, with the sharpness in his words without any roundaboutness and grace. He is completely straightforward and must pierce something before he will give up.

Ling Jue wanted to pierce something, but reality would not cooperate as expected. Liaoyang felt unbearable in his heart. She was forced by her son in this way, and she felt bitter in her heart: "Zi Feiyu, you are not this palace, so naturally I don't understand..."

I knew that she would always use such words as excuses, but this time she would not get what she wanted. Before, he always endured it because Yue'er's whereabouts were unknown and she did not have the leisure to fight in his nest.

But now, since her mother can be so cold to her biological daughter, what kind of affection does he have to take into account?

"It just so happens that everyone is here today, but fortunately, it's a good thing for everyone." Ling Jue has been the one who knows how to advance and retreat since childhood. How could he be like this now?

The Marquis of Pingyang was only fortunate to send all the servants in the house away early in the morning. Otherwise, would they keep it for the moment, and would they want the family scandals of their Marquis’s mansion to become a big joke in Kyoto tomorrow?

"Je'er, calm down." Ling Jue's stubbornness could not be pulled back at all. Hou Pingyang felt so anxious: "Where is the masked man who brought back to the mansion before? King Jing'an's intention was so obvious that the top priority should be there."

Ling Jue admitted that although he said that, he himself did not think that today would be the best time to argue with the matter. He was really planning to deal with it.

However, since Ling Jue saw Princess Liaoyang, he realized that the resentment and anger in his heart could not be ignored.

So he raised his hand and stopped in the air: "Don't worry, Father, Jue'er has asked someone to arrange the person's disposal. Let's talk about it first."

Ling Yue was anxious and stepped forward, blocking the eyes of Ling Jue and Liaoyang: "Brother, calm down. Wuying, do you still remember Wuying? Wuying is the personal bodyguard sent to me by my mother himself, so, so what you said doesn't exist at all."

In just a few short sentences, Ling Yue unconsciously repeated certain words. That's because she could hear what Ling Jue said, and she was still touched.
Chapter completed!