On the day of reconciliation, the reborn prostitute turned around and married the tyrant

Chapter 116 Poor

Seeing his daughter being yelled at, Yuan's father was about to have a fit, so he heard Yuan Zhao say:
"You guys came here today because of my concubine's affairs. Now, I haven't finished my self-certification yet, so please wait a moment."

Hearing her words, several clan elders panted heavily, and the last one spoke:

"No, we all know those things have nothing to do with you."

Yuan Zhao smiled lightly when he heard the words:
"These things have been clarified, and there is also the matter of treating the concubine harshly."

"The concubine thinks it's better to explain these things clearly once, so as not to put shit on the concubine in the future."

Saying that, before the elders could speak, Yuan Zhao said again:

"Come here, call all the little maids who served that day."

"Also, the doctors who treated the young master that day were also invited."

Several elders looked at each other, knowing that this matter would not come to fruition, Yuan Zhao would not let them go.

Now that things have come to this point, what else do they not understand?
Yuan Zhao had been allowing the rumors to get worse, just waiting for them to come in person to clear her name and expose the dirty things in the Hou Mansion to the public.

They all became Yuan Zhao's pawns unconsciously, this man is really a good trick.

The way they looked at Yuan Zhao changed unconsciously.

Soon, the little maids who were serving him that day all came, and they all confirmed what the little maid said before.

After a while, the doctor who treated Zhou Yujie came and said that he did not see any signs of torture on his body.

Then, Yuan Zhao said:

"Zamabu is indeed what I said, and you all know that I am from the General's Mansion."

"The men and women in my family have grown up like this since they were young. I don't think it's abuse. Besides, many children from aristocratic families are like this. They are proficient in everything."

"My husband entrusted the child to me, and he also told me what to expect from him. I dare not betray my husband's entrustment, so I want him to be proficient in everything like other children from aristocratic families. Now it seems that it is me wrong."

As he said this, Yuan Zhao laughed at himself:
"It's ridiculous, I actually sent people over and over again to invite Master Wen to come out of the mountain, hoping to let him teach the children."

Saying that, Yuan Zhao shook his head, showing a look of disappointment.

Hearing Yuan Zhao's words, Zhou Shiyuan subconsciously said:

"how is this possible?"

After finishing speaking, he realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly made up for it:
"I didn't mean that, it's just that Master Wen never accepts apprentices!"

Master Wen is a world-renowned Confucian, not only in their Western Chu, but also in other countries.

The princes of the current dynasty wanted to ask him to be their teacher, but Master Wen refused.

How could Yuan Zhao hire such a person?
Zhou Shiyuan was sure that Yuan Zhao was telling lies.

"Yeah, so I went to ask for it in person for several days. Finally, Master Wen was relieved, and I took the invitation letter from Master Wen's mansion, and asked me to take the child to see it. Now it seems that it is useless."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Zhao nodded to Wenfeng, Wenfeng went into the mansion and came out carefully holding a box.

Yuan Zhao opened the box in front of everyone, only to see a greeting card lying inside, which was from Wenfu's mansion.

Seeing the greeting card, Zhou Shiyuan's expression suddenly changed.

There are also many people who are knowledgeable among the common people. Knowing how difficult this invitation is, they immediately started discussing it.

"That's a greeting from Master Wen."

"With this greeting post, I'm afraid things are already half done."

"This Mrs. Yuan Shao really has nothing to say to that bastard. To do this for a bastard is to do the same to her own son."

"Yes."

Zhou Shiyuan's face turned blue with the murmurs of discussion. He did not expect that Yuan Zhao could actually get the invitation.

He is a literati, and he is more aware of the weight of the invitation card in Yuan Zhao's hand. He was thinking about how to ease it, but before he could squeeze a smile on his face, he saw Yuan Zhao holding the invitation card in his hand, and suddenly tore it to pieces.

(End of this chapter)