Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 23: The First Minister of Power Also Likes to "Marry by Force" (3)

"You have forgotten."

Yu Ci spoke in a light voice, not even bothering to lift her eyelids, and said lightly:
"My father asked me to come back. Why?"

Everyone was stunned.

Of course they know. Almost everyone in the capital knows it.

The third daughter of the Yu family is the fiancée designated by General Song Yang of the Song family before he even returned to the capital. He will soon request the emperor to grant the marriage and formally marry her.

Feeling the silence around him, Yu Ci raised his eyes slightly with a faint smile on his lips.

She lazily looked at the old woman on the ground, whose face was swollen from being slapped. Her eyes were slightly cold, but her smile was gentle:

"Please go to the hall and tell Auntie that I am not feeling well, so I will not be able to go over to offer tea and pay my respects to her."

"Lest you get sick..." Yu Ci smiled, "You'll make Aunt~unhappy."

[Warning, gentle and kind ooc warning! ]

Yu Ci: "..."

In the original novel, Liu Shuang, who was promoted to the principal wife after giving birth to a pair of children, often caused trouble for the original owner.

The original owner had to swallow his anger and leave through the side door today, and he also endured the torture in the lobby by that woman while he was serving tea.

The original owner could tolerate it, but Yu Ci couldn't.

Some things are just too much to handle. If you don't eat enough of them, you will learn your lesson if you eat a few more.

Ignoring the group of old women huddled on the ground, Yu Ci was supported and walked slowly past them.

When she arrived at the gate, she glanced at the sweaty servant. The servant understood what she meant and immediately bent down and kneeled to open the gate with a respectful look on his face.

Look, this guy has learned his lesson without getting slapped in the face. How great.

After entering the mansion, Yu Ci had a smooth journey. She didn't even have to rely on her vague memory to find the house she grew up in. Naturally, there were servants who didn't want to be slapped and sent away, leading the way respectfully.

He took a shower, changed his clothes, closed his eyes and rested, apparently unaware of the rage in the lobby.

……

In the lobby.

The woman in the upper position looked at the mess on the ground and the servants kneeling on the ground, and her well-maintained face twisted for a moment.

She looked impatiently at the girl in the center who was punching and kicking the servants around her, and scolded coldly:

"Okay, what does it look like!"

Frightened by the cold shout, Yu Nuonuo blushed and gritted her teeth. She kicked the servant next to her unwillingly before sitting back in her seat in disappointment.

"Mother, what does that little bitch mean!?"

"Don't make any noise!"

Liu Shuang had lost her patience and interrupted her daughter with a frown.

She looked at the old woman kneeling and trembling below and said coldly: "Say it again."

The old woman who was called shuddered, covered her swollen face, and dared not look up, and whispered:

"I was hit in the face by her..."

Not telling the truth.

Liu Shuang narrowed her eyes and tapped the edge of the table impatiently: "That little bitch has been sick for more than ten years. Can one slap turn you into a pig's head?"

Who the hell are you trying to scare!
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the old woman swallowed her saliva, glanced at the old women who dared not fart beside her, crawled on the ground, and spoke anxiously:
"That little bitch even called you aunt! She told you not to wait for her because she was in poor health and would pass her illness to you and make you unhappy..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room became colder.

After a long time, Liu Shuang in the upper position sneered, and her eyes could not tell her emotions.

She thought that this kid was a timid little rabbit thrown outside.

I didn't expect that it actually had some fangs.

Just like her mother who died young.

Do you think you can defeat her with just one word "aunt"?

Liu Shuang sneered, her eyes dark and unblinking, and whispered:
"The days are long."

……

In the east room of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the beauty's black hair was loose and wet, her white clothes were thin and messy, and her slender figure was lazily leaning on the beauty couch.

With her bare hands, she picked up the plump and round grapes from the golden cup beside her. Her eyes were dim and after a while, she pressed them into her slightly pale lips.

Xia Tao, who was wiping her hair diligently, could not help but sigh:
"My dear girl, even if there is a stove in the house, your body cannot withstand such abuse..."

She was sold into the Yu family when she was five years old, and at the age of seven she followed Yu Ci to a farm in a border state to recuperate.

After living and eating together for eight years, he could tell exactly what the girl's health was like, even if she had become stupid.

Thinking of the medicine prescription list on the table in the manor that was piled higher than a person, Xia Tao frowned slightly and covered the girl with the quilt beside her.

He kept muttering:

"Fortunately, those old women look fat and strong, but they are actually weak and frail. They can be knocked down with just one slap..."

"But the girl's aura was so strong at that time that even I was intimidated."

Yu Ci: “…Haha.”

The girl's brief response did not dampen Xia Tao's enthusiasm. She wiped her wet hair carefully while talking to herself:

"Fortunately, those people knew that the girl was the future general's wife, so they openly treated her well in terms of food, shelter and transportation."

"When the general comes back, good days will come for you. You won't have to suffer anymore. You can just enjoy life!"

Listening to the longing tone of the person next to her, Yu Ci half-covered her eyes and played with the grapes in her hand with an indifferent expression.

Almost everyone knew that the general doted on the third daughter of the Yu family. At the age of eighteen, he refused to marry or take a concubine, and just waited foolishly for the third daughter to come of age.

The young general of the Northern Kingdom, Song Yang...

I smiled kindly.

He is quite an interesting person.

Interesting, woman.

……

Just one day later, Yu Ci received a message from the prime minister's father inviting her to have a chat in his study.

Inside the mansion.

The snow was thick in the early morning, and servants were busy cleaning up everywhere.

The rockery, flowing water, eaves, courtyards and corridors are winding.

Yu Ci followed the old woman who was leading the way and finally arrived at a door.

"Young lady," the old woman said respectfully, lowering her head slightly, "The Prime Minister is inside, just go in."

Hearing this, Yu Ci nodded, pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as she entered, a faint and strange fragrance hit her in the face, and mixed with the warm air flowed into Yuci's nostrils, making her eyes darken.

She didn't stay for long, she closed the door, walked around the screen, and stood in the middle of the room.

Not far away, a man with a refined and elegant appearance was reading a book at his desk.

He was in his forties, dressed in white, with elegant features that revealed his scholarly air. Even though he had reached the age of middle age and was gaining weight, he showed no signs of being greasy or fat. Instead, he looked more mature than before.

It really looks like the style of a civil official.

Who could have thought that he would be so ungrateful as to kill his original wife.

After all, in the original novel, this Lao Deng was just a poor scholar at the beginning. Without the support of his mother who came from a merchant family, he would not have achieved his current glory.

An ungrateful old bitch who can collude with a concubine to tamper with the original wife's childbirth...

Yu Ci lowered his eyes, smiled faintly and bowed: "Old...Father."

Hearing this, Yu Wen, who was sitting across the table, raised his eyes slightly and looked at her. His dark eyes paused for a moment, and then returned to normal.

"Ah."

Yu Wen lowered his eyes and looked at the article in his hand, and said lightly: "How are you doing in Bianzhou?"

Yuci: "Thanks to my father, my daughter is living a good life."

This sounded strange, and Yu Wen looked up at her.

He simply put down the book in his hand and began to look seriously at his daughter whom he had not seen for eight years.

(End of this chapter)