Dijun, your bride ran away again

Chapter 427 Women's Battlefield 4
Everyone raised their heads and ears, looking forward to it.

Madam Yan smiled slightly and said, "She said, she wants to see if this woman who snatches someone's son has a conscience? If she can treat the child as if she was born, and love and love her, that would be the best.

But if she takes away other people's children but doesn't know how to cherish them, then she will suffer the consequences. One day she will show up, tell the woman the truth, and make her regret her past. "

"well said!"

Yu Linglong clapped her hands and praised, and said angrily: "That's how it should be. By the way, did the woman who took away the child finally know the truth?" She asked curiously.

Madam Yan raised her eyebrows and said, "I left Xiushui Village and went to Donglin. I don't know if that foreign woman told the truth?"

A ignorant little girl asked curiously, "Why did that woman take away other people's children?"

Madam Yan sighed: "What else can it be for? The wife of a rich family is nothing more than using the child to compete for favor. I heard that the woman got the position of the main wife as she wished, and later gave birth to a daughter.

I don't know if it was because of the serious crimes, but her daughter was abducted by someone, and her own son, it is said, also suffered a catastrophe and was kicked out of the house. His life and death are unknown. "

"What a pity for that child."

After hearing this, some of the imperial wives present felt soft-hearted and couldn't help wiping the tears from the corners of their eyes with their sleeves, feeling sorry for the child.

Madam Yan's eyes also turned red: "That's right, if that woman had a bit of motherly love, she wouldn't have harmed her own son."

Moans came and went, feeling sorry for the innocent child and hating the vicious mother, but Xiao Lilan couldn't take it anymore, and passed out as soon as his eyes went dark.

"Miss."

There was an explosion in the crowd, and the banquet ended in chaos.

Xiao Lilan was sent to Weiyang Palace, and everyone waited outside Weiyang Palace for news, only Mrs. Yan and Mu Youning were invited to wait in the side hall.

Not long after, Concubine Qian Gui came out to welcome her and said: "Empress Ming Jia has been waiting for a long time. The imperial doctor has already shown her to her, and she is fine. Today we have not entertained you well enough to scare you, Empress, and I will definitely make amends some other day."

Madam Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's as long as sister Xiao is fine. It's getting late, so let's take our leave first."

"I will send the queen."

Concubine Qiangui sent Empress Mingjia out of Weiyang Palace, and sent away all the ladies and wives, letting them go back first.

She stood in front of the palace gate and looked at the departing Empress Mingjia, narrowed her eyes slightly, and then said to the people behind her: "Anxiang, go and see if the banquet in the front palace is over? Please come here and tell me that I have something important to discuss."

An Xiang responded, and hurried to the front palace.

Mu Youning accompanied Mrs. Yan through the imperial garden and was about to leave the palace. On the road, she couldn't help but said excitedly: "Mother is really happy today."

She finally understood what it means to have a brilliant tongue, and she defeated Xiao Lilan with just a few words.

Madam Yan snorted coldly and said, "She just did too many bad things."

Thinking of the pain her son had suffered from Xiao Lilan for so many years, she was worried, and wished that Xiao Lilan would be deboned and cramped to relieve the hatred in her heart.

Today is just to show her some color.

Mu Youning held her hand, patted it gently, and comforted: "It's over, we will always be by your side, respect you, and the family will never leave."

"Good boy."

Madam Yan faded away the anger in her eyes, she looked at Mu Youning with kindness, and then heard a pleasant voice: "Master, please stay."

　"I'm going to make preparations to save the manuscript for the shelves, it's painful, my dears. . . . .You will not understand the pain of not saving manuscripts, I want to cry. . "

　　
　
(End of this chapter)