After Crossing Into the Book, My Nemesis Always Wants to Spoil Me

Yuan Siyin accidentally crosses into a novel and becomes the vicious female supporting character who shares her name in the book. Regarding this, Yuan Siyin expresses: I still have value, please sp...

Chapter 251: Unable to Get Through It

Chapter 251: Unable to Get Through It

Yu Yuanrong had never heard such words from her mother before, and she was immediately stunned, stammering, "Mother, you..."

Chu Wan's expression froze for a moment, but the words had already been spoken and could not be taken back, so she simply stopped trying to hide them.

"What, what kind of person do you take Yu Shiyan for?"

"Of course they're brothers!"

Yu Yuanrong spoke urgently: "Seventh Brother and I share the same blood!"

"What do you mean by the same blood? You are not like him. You are my child, Chu Wan's child!"

Chu Wan was furious and wanted to smash something, but found that the table had already been cleared of debris. She could only suppress her anger and sit down to gently persuade Yu Yuanrong: "Born into an imperial family, there are no brothers. They are all fighting for that position, openly and secretly. Why don't you know how to make your mother proud?"

"But I don't want to compete for it. That's my elder brother's position. I'll just be like my seventh brother, leaving the palace to establish my own household and become a prince, living a carefree life."

"you!"

Chu Wan was so angry that she felt dizzy and, without thinking, stood up and slapped him: "Kneel down!"

Yu Yuanrong remained silent after being beaten, but instead obediently knelt before her mother, lifting her robe.

"You can learn from anyone, just not that bastard, that good-for-nothing!"

Yu Yuanrong lowered his head and mumbled softly. Chu Wan listened carefully for a while before she could understand what he was saying.

"Seventh Brother is neither a bastard nor a good-for-nothing. He treats me very well."

"It's all an act! No matter how good he is to you, can he ever be as good as your mother?"

You'd rather believe a stranger's feigned concern than believe your mother's heartfelt plans for you, wouldn't you?

"If you had seized that perfect opportunity, not only your father, the Emperor, but even the ministers of the previous dynasty would have looked up to you!"

Chu Wan paced back and forth, twisting the handkerchief in her hand tighter and tighter: "No, I'm telling you, you should give up on that idea from now on and cut off all contact with that good-for-nothing as soon as possible."

You are absolutely forbidden to touch paper, pens, calligraphy, or paintings again. You can only get paper and pens from me when you study. Your mother will find you a tutor to help supervise your studies. In short, you must obey your mother, understand?

“…I heard you.” Yu Yuanrong responded sullenly, her fingers clenched into fists as she tried her best to suppress her emotions.

"Did you hear me or not? Speak up!"

"I heard you!"

Chu Wan breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving an affirmative answer, pulled him up, and naturally smoothed out the wrinkles on his robes: "This is the good child of your mother. Remember, no matter what, you must never compare Shi Yan to anyone else. Your mother will only feel at ease when she sees you trample him underfoot."

"Why does Mother always have to pick on Seventh Brother?"

Chu Wan didn't speak for a moment, and wanted to put her hand on his shoulder, but unexpectedly Yu Yuanrong stepped aside to let her pass.

"Your subject is weary and shall take his leave now."

After saying that, he turned and left, completely ignoring Chu Wan's calls from behind.

Chu Wan was so angry that she threw away the handkerchief in her hand, feeling so suffocated that she couldn't even breathe.

His Majesty clearly had no interest in Rong'er, but this child was ungrateful and took his good intentions for granted, blaming her, his mother.

"Xiaoya! Xiaoya! Hurry up and come in to serve me!"

With nowhere to step amidst the mess, Chu Wan had no choice but to walk around the screen and lie down on the chaise longue, rubbing her tightly furrowed brows while habitually ordering Xiao Ya around.

Upon hearing the sound, Bai Qiu calmly lifted the curtain and came in. Seeing that no one was at the table, she obediently walked to the bedside and massaged her temples.