Starting from Tianlong, Wudu Tianxia

Chapter 108 The Aunt's Wrath

Early the next morning.

After Gao Yuan finished his breakfast and exchanged a few more words of advice with Li Wan, he climbed out the window, went downstairs, mounted the big yellow horse in the stable, and went out the door.

"Young master, please be careful on your journey!"

"Okay, I understand."

Gao Yuan chuckled, gently urging his horse on. The big yellow horse neighed and galloped off excitedly.

Li Wan leaned against the door and gazed into the distance until he disappeared from sight before leaving.

The innkeeper of Xiuxi Inn, with a wide, smiling face, also stood at the door.

The reluctance in her eyes for Gao Yuan seemed even greater than that for Miss Li.

after all.

The two of them stayed there and rented his family's best rooms for more than twenty days.

Leaving Quanzhou city and going down the Jinjiang River, you can see that houses on both banks are built along the river.

The boatmen's chants mingled with the fishermen's songs, drifting far and wide.

Upon reaching the territory of Fuzhou, we entered the Minjiang River basin.

The women here often wear their hair in high buns, adorned with jasmine flowers, and carry bamboo baskets as they wander through the alleys, hawking fish balls and meat dumplings in their soft, melodious Min dialect.

In less than ten days, Gao Yuanren arrived in Wenzhou.

This place has completely left Fujian Road and entered the territory of Liangzhe Road.

The mulberry groves on both sides of the river stretch as far as the eye can see, and occasionally, women picking mulberry leaves can be heard singing Wu songs. The melodies are gentle and beautiful, and they can melt the heart of the listener.

The local customs and traditions from southern Fujian to the Jiangnan region unfold in sequence.

Looking at the ever-changing scenery, Gao Yuan thought that he would arrive in Suzhou in just a few days.

There.

This is the location of Mantuo Villa.

We deliberated as we traveled.

He roughly knew the location of the Lesser Formless Skill at Mantuo Manor.

However, Mantuo Villa is located in the heart of Taihu Lake, requiring a boat trip to reach it, as there is no land route to get there.

Taihu Lake is vast, with misty waves and numerous islands scattered like stars.

Without the help of the resort staff, it would be difficult to find the exact location.

Asking others won't help.

The people of Suzhou had no idea that there was such a thing as Mantuo Villa on Taihu Lake.

Before dusk, Gao Yuan arrived in Yueqing County and settled down.

The waterside lodge is shrouded in mist and rain, and frost falls lightly over Dongting Lake.

Taihu Lake, thirty miles west of Canhezhuang.

A cold wind blows on a winter night.

Two strings of plain white lanterns hang diagonally on the vermilion gate.

A breeze blew, and the lantern tassels rustled, adding a touch of coolness to the lush bamboo grove in the courtyard.

A woman of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in a yellow silk shirt and with a beautiful appearance, came down from the boat with several servants.

Before everyone could stand still.

The little girl in the white shirt, who was being led by the hand by the woman, ran out of the front yard.

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Just outside Yanbo Courtyard, I looked up and gazed into the distance.

A young man dressed entirely in white mourning clothes, with slightly disheveled hair, was kneeling below the hall.

He muttered to himself, "I know I was wrong," and "I am unfilial."

Several people stood on each side of the hall.

The four great generals, Bao Butong, Feng Bo'e, Deng Baichuan, and Gongye Qian, were all dressed in plain clothes.

"Young master, Miss Cousin is here!"

Quiet footsteps stopped at the door.

The little girl, who usually has a mischievous and clever look, is soft and sweet with a hint of timidity and caution.

The little girl, Abi, with her hair in two buns, followed Azhu, carrying a bowl of steaming rice porridge.

Murong Fu did not respond, his gaze remaining fixed on the memorial tablet.

"Young master, please have something to eat."

"The night dew is heavy; you've been kneeling all night. Take care of yourself."

Abi nodded in agreement and handed the rice porridge forward: "It's freshly cooked and still warm. Please have a sip, young master."

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The two little girls, about eight or nine years old, had red eyes, suggesting they had been crying for quite some time.

"Get out of here."

"Cousin, if your aunt were alive, she wouldn't want to see you like this—so tormented and depressed."

The little girl in the white shirt lightly lifted her small foot and stepped into the hall.

Her face was flushed from running, and she was slightly out of breath.

"Miss Cousin!"

Wang Yuyan took the rice porridge from Abi's hand.

"The servants said you haven't eaten all day, cousin. How can your body take this? Please eat something!"

The most anxious of all was Feng Bo's son: "Young master, what's bothering you? Just say it! If you're feeling really pent up, I'll fight you for three hundred rounds."

Murong Fu slowly raised his eyes, and there was a hint of suppressed ferocity in his gaze as he looked at Wang Yuyan.

"Get out of here!"

Murong Fu suddenly raised his hand and swept his palm across the rim of the bowl.

With a loud crash, the white porcelain bowl shattered on the blue brick floor, spilling the rice porridge.

The little girl, Wang Yuyan, bit her lip tightly, looking at him with teary eyes: "Cousin—I—I just wanted you to eat something—"

"Eat what?!"

"Your mother's body is barely cold, yet you're here putting on this hypocritical act!"

Murong Fu's eyes were bloodshot.

My aunt always thought the Murong family's dream of restoring their kingdom was unrealistic and often mocked them.

My mother also privately criticized my aunt for being immoral.

Both sisters-in-law have strong personalities and rarely interact anymore.

His mother was already in poor health.

If I hadn't had another argument with my aunt last year and couldn't swallow my anger, how could I have fallen ill and been bedridden again?

Murong Fu harbored resentment and naturally wouldn't give Wang Yuyan a friendly look.

All his grief and resentment were now being vented on this eight- or nine-year-old girl.

The four family retainers' expressions changed, and Deng Baichuan quickly stepped forward to persuade them, "Young Master, please calm down! Miss Biao meant well—"

"kindness?"

Murong Fu sneered, his gaze falling on Wang Yuyan's tear-reddened face.

"What does a little brat like you know! Go back to your Mantuo Manor!"

Seeing her cousin angry, large tears rolled down Wang Yuyan's cheeks, and she choked up, unable to speak.

Just then, a cold, sharp shout rang out from outside the mourning hall: "Murong Fu! How dare you!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Li Qingluo standing at the door with a frosty expression on her face.

If Yu Yan hadn't cried and begged, she would never have stepped into Canhe Manor.

Li Qingluo heard every word Murong Fu said and was so angry that she trembled all over.

"I hope your wife is well!"

Ignoring the greeting, Li Qingluo looked up at Murong Fu with eyes full of anger: "Murong Fu, she is my daughter, Li Qingluo's daughter! What right do you have to take your anger out on my daughter?"

The four generals looked embarrassed and stepped forward to smooth things over.

Murong Fu was taken aback, looking at Li Qingluo standing at the door, his rationality returning slightly: "Aunt..."

"Mother—please don't scold my cousin—he was just upset for a moment, he didn't mean it—"

Seeing her daughter's spineless state, Li Qingluo's anger flared even more: "You good-for-nothing! You're supposed to be the eldest daughter of Mantuo Manor, how dare you let the Murong family bully you like this?"

After saying this, she didn't wait for Murong Fu to explain, nor did she wait for Wang Yuyan to continue speaking.

He walked a few steps to the front of the hall, bent down and took Wang Yuyan's hand, then turned to leave.

"Mother! Mother! Let me go!"

"Your aunt passed away, don't you care at all? We're family!"

"You idiot! What do you know? The Murong family looks down on us. Do you think we should be so presumptuous?"

"mother!.

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The servants followed closely behind, and the group left the mourning hall in a grand procession.

"Oh, young master, you shouldn't have lost your temper with Miss. The feud between Madam and Aunt has nothing to do with her."

Gongye Qian then said earnestly, "Moreover, if we anger my aunt now, it will be difficult for us to borrow people from her Mantuo Manor in the future."

Murong Fu stood frozen in place, watching the yellow-clad figure disappear outside the door, clutching the hem of his mourning clothes tightly.

"Second Brother Gongye, don't worry. I will apologize to Mother after the three-day funeral rites are over. Yuyan is just a child. If I coax her a bit and make her happy, Aunt will naturally calm down."

Gongye Qian sighed slightly upon hearing this, then nodded.

He turned his head to look at the location of Mantuo Villa, his eyes like deep pools, filled with a complex mix of sorrow and melancholy.

The master and mistress passed away one after the other.

The Murong family's vast fortune and great undertaking can only be realized by their assistance to the young master.

Mantuo Manor is also a considerable force, and it will be helpful for the young master's uprising in the future. We can't afford to offend his aunt to death!