The concubine was reborn, and the cold prince was made red in the face

Chapter 337 Heartache
The Yang family finally agreed.

Yang cried angrily in the room, "Are you trying to force me to death? Chen'er is about to reach the age of marriage, but you let me live in the country. How do you want others to see him? And what is Zhuangzi? Conditions? If you let me live there, wouldn't that be equivalent to putting me under house arrest? "

"Then you want to go to the family temple? Or go to the Ling family's old house? Eat fast, chant Buddha's name, and pray for the ancestors of the Ling family?" Yang Zhi had no patience at all after being tortured by the Yang family these days. He said angrily: " The blisters on your feet were all caused by you, and now you can only swallow the consequences and cannot blame others!"

"What about Ling Chen? His father doesn't want to see him in the first place. How can he stay in the Hou Mansion?" Yang said, "Why don't we let him go back to the Yang family to live?"

"Can you be normal? His father is still alive... Even if he has no parents, at his current age, he should be able to support the family," Yang Zhidao said: "When Ling Xiao was as old as him, he was already Thrown into the military camp, he can lead his troops to kill the enemy alone..."

"Brother! Why do you always compare Chen'er to that beast?" Yang stood up and said angrily: "Don't you just think that I have embarrassed the Yang family and want to drive me out of the capital? I can't leave yet. "Brother, just tell your parents when you go back and pretend they didn't give birth to this unfilial daughter like me!"

"What you said may not be right, but what you said about you being an 'unfilial daughter' is absolutely true!" Yang Zhi slammed the table hard, stood up, and said, "If you can listen, I will If so, just stay in Zhuangzi and Hou Zhongyuan will pick you up sooner or later. But if you are still restless in Zhuangzi, then you are seeking death and no one can save you!"

After Yang Zhi finished speaking, he walked to the door, looked at the few girls and women standing outside the door, and said: "You go to the village to rest. You don't need to bring so many people, just bring two people there. If there is no room for the other people, They will all be sent back to the Yang family after resettlement."

Yang looked at Yang Zhi's back with a look of resentment in her eyes.

She is now like an abandoned child, abandoned by everyone.

She asked someone to call Ling Chen.

Like a thief, Ling Chen turned around three times and walked in from outside the courtyard.

Yang frowned secretly.

Her son has handsome features and is wearing a silver-white gown. He should be a handsome and handsome young man, but why does he look so wretched and unworthy of publicity?

She couldn't help but think of Ling Xiao.

She herself had to admit that there was simply no comparison between her biological son and Ling Xiao.

"Mom, did uncle come here just now? Why has he been here so frequently these past two days? Did something happen?" Ling Chen entered the room and hurriedly closed the door.

Yang looked at his actions, suppressed her anger, and asked, "Do you know that your father is back?"

"I know." Ling Chen asked nervously: "Has he come to see you? Did you still quarrel? How are you now? Have you reconciled?"

"You know everything! But you never show up once? What are you doing?" Yang asked angrily: "Have you ever seen your father? Have you interceded for me?"

"I didn't dare..." Ling Chen was a little confused, "Why should I plead for you? What mistake did you make?"

"What do you mean 'again'?" Yang pointed at Ling Chen and scolded: "What are you busy with all day long? Do you have me as a mother in your heart? I have worked hard for you, but you act like a fool. What? I don’t care... Do you still think you are a three-year-old child? Can you grow up quickly?"

Ling Chen looked at his mother who was hysterical like a madman, and took two steps back in panic, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

When Mrs. Yang saw her son hiding from her mother, while Ling Xiao carried the unconscious Marquis Zhongyuan out of the Zhongyuan Hou Mansion, Mrs. Yang felt pain in every part of her heart.

She slumped down on the chair as if her skin was deflated, "Just take care of yourself."

Ling Chen stood there looking at Yang and called "Mother".

"Get out!" Yang shouted.

Ling Chen hurriedly opened the door and exited the room.

Ling Chen stood in the yard for a while, glanced at the maids at the bottom of the steps, and remembered the two girls who peeked at him.

He glared at them fiercely and walked out of the courtyard.

His mother only acted recklessly and had no brains at all, so he was destroyed in her hands! Now that he is a mud bodhisattva and cannot save himself when crossing the river, how can he help her?
When Yang saw Ling Chen's figure leaving, she felt despair for a moment.

There is really no hope for her son.

But this thought was just a passing thought.

How could she really not care about the flesh that fell from her body?

Ms. Yang asked people to pack up her things, and then asked the kitchen to prepare a table of dishes. "I went to invite Mr. Hou to come over and said that I wanted to invite him to have a meal with me before leaving."

After a while, the mother-in-law came back and said to Yang hesitantly: "The Marquis said..."

"What did you say?" Yang urged impatiently.

"The Marquis said...he doesn't dare to eat your food for fear of falling into a coma again..."

Before the mother-in-law could finish her words, Yang put the tea bowl at her feet.

There was a "crack" sound, and the old lady was startled. She knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice, "I didn't add a single word. That's what the Marquis said."

"Get out!" Yang shouted.

The mother-in-law quickly got up and exited the door.

Marquis Zhongyuan didn't even want to see her for the last time!

She took a deep breath, ate a bowl of rice, and then had her valuables put into the box.

The next morning, just after dawn, the old housekeeper led people to the door of the main courtyard, as if he was about to see Yang off.

Although Yang was unwilling to do so, she thought of her elder brother's repeated warnings to her, so in the end she said nothing or did nothing. She picked two honest girls and a woman, and got on the carriage honestly.

She opened the curtains and looked at the door of Zhongyuan Hou Mansion.

There was no one there.

Think about it, when did she go in and out of the house without being surrounded by a large group of people?

But things are different now, she has lost everything.

Yang lowered the curtains and said to the coachman outside, "Let's go."

The old housekeeper waited until the carriage was far away before going to report to Marquis Zhongyuan.

Marquis Zhongyuan pointed to the chair next to him and asked the old housekeeper to sit down and talk.

"Lao Yang, how old are you this year?" Marquis Zhongyuan asked in a gentle voice.

"The old slave is already fifty-three." The old housekeeper sat down and said with a smile.

"You are so blessed, with three sons and two daughters, and a family full of descendants." Marquis Zhongyuan asked.

"No matter how many children I have, they are not as good as the one you have." The old housekeeper smiled and said: "Jingyuan Hou has been outstanding since he was a child. He is like Erzhu. He is the smartest in the old slave's family, but in the In front of Marquis Jingyuan, ten of them are not even half as good as Marquis Jingyuan..."

Marquis Zhongyuan also thought of Ling Xiao when he was young, "When he was five or six years old, he was really naughty, jumping up and down every day. Every time I came back from outside, he would rush to him like a monkey and ask me Hug him. I used to hear old people say that a father doesn’t hug his son, but when I saw him, I loved him from the bottom of my heart and couldn’t help but want to hug him. Now that I think about it, those days seem like just yesterday.”