"Compensation?" Ye Haoxuan nodded, "I’m afraid that’s the true intention of State Duke Situ."
The son is gone anyway, at this ti, he must seize the opportunity to gain so benefits.
"Do you know what kind of compensation she wants?"
"Uncle said she wants the Second Young Master of the Situ Family’s second branch to go to the south." Ye Rongqing sneered, "He has quite the ambition; if they go south, Second Brother can’t go, thus taking Second Brother’s place and disgracing the Ye Family while also gaining real power. In a way, it’s also considered revenge for Situ Er."
Ye Haoxuan tapped the table, "Where did your Second Brother go?"
When they set off from Yun’an, Ye Haoyang had already ridden ahead to Shandong, and by the ti they reached the Capital City, Ye Haoyang had returned.
"I don’t know!"
Ye Haoxuan didn’t ask any further questions, "Alright, I know about this matter. Their purpose will not be fulfilled."
The small southern kingdoms are showing signs of unrest, and anyone who goes there returns with military honors. As long as the Emperor isn’t confused, he won’t entrust this task to the Situ Residence.
They’ve already been audacious enough, any more military honors would be intolerable.
"Should we visit Auntie tonight?"
"Naturally, we should."
"Alright then!"
After Ye Rongqing left, Ye Haoxuan read the letter once more, wondering if Situ San wanted to die.
But as he put the letter away, he paused, realizing that little girl hadn’t sent him a letter.
Without hesitation, he took up a pen and wrote her a letter.
At this ti, Li Luru had returned to Funan.
As soon as she entered the door, Yang Aoshuang, who had heard the news, rushed over.
"You little wench, where did you run off to, huh?"
"Growing bold, are you?" Yang Aoshuang charged angrily, raising her hand to strike, but was stopped by San, "Madam Li, Miss Li is no longer soone you can scold and beat on a whim."
With San’s reminder, Yang Aoshuang fell silent, expecting her to be wary of Ye Haoxuan. Instead, she suddenly started hitting herself.
And began to wail, "What did I do to deserve this? My own daughter, now untouchable? Is there no justice?"
San’s face darkened imdiately. What kind of talk is this?
Li Luru’s expression was also grim. What was wrong with her mother? Hadn’t Ye Haoxuan already spoken to her? So why was she still provoking San, given her greedy nature for wealth?
"Miss Li is about to beco Princess Consort An of our Prince An’s Mansion! Touching or insulting the Princess Consort could lead to lawsuits and punishnt." San was ordered to escort Li Luru ho, but he was not tasked with enduring ridicule from a woman.
Moreover, looking at Miss Li’s mother, she didn’t seem like an easy character, and her actions were strange—even in front of all the household staff and him, she shad Miss Li. Wasn’t this making Miss Li lose face in front of the servants? Not to ntion, if the prince learned of this, Miss Li would lose face in front of him, and even San himself could face chastisent.
However, the masters and servants of Li Residence weren’t focused on this. Upon hearing Li Luru was to be Princess Consort An, they were all envious.
Princess Consort An is one of the top noblewon in Great Zhou.
As soon as he said this, Yang Aoshuang burst into tears again.
Her heart was simply suffocated beyond asure, for who was Prince An but Yang Chuxia’s son. If it hadn’t been for Yang Chuxia, back then she would be the lady of Marquis Changning’s Mansion, and her son would be Prince An!
Yang Chuxia blocked her path, and now wanted her son to marry her own daughter in an irrefutable arrangent. The fury in Yang Aoshuang’s chest grew bit by bit.
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