Meng Mingxuan grabbed the old housekeeper's sleeve and said, "Grandpa housekeeper, please don't bother me. I want to ask you to promise me something today..."

"Everyone knows that I'm the butler, so how can I be in charge?" The old butler said clearly and helped Meng Mingxuan up.

Then he said solemnly, "Stand up and beg again. Kneel down after you beg. If the old man agrees directly, you will be very lucky to kneel down."

“…”

Meng Mingxuan had no choice but to get up first.

Old Master Yan bent down to pick up the walnuts that fell on the carpet, and calmed down a little. "Mingxuan girl, I told you that I still want to live a few more years. Don't make trouble for me in the future."

It's scary.

"Grandpa..." Meng Mingxuan looked at Grandpa Yan and her tears began to fall again.

Old Master Yan choked and sighed, beckoning her: "Come and sit down, Grandpa would like to hear what great injustice you have suffered."

Meng Mingxuan walked over and sat down next to Old Man Yan, "Grandpa, it was me who was wronged, and it was Brother Nine who was wronged."

"Tsk." Old Master Yan agreed, "That kid's body is made of iron and steel. Even Grandpa is ashamed of himself. Who can let him suffer?"

He looked at Meng Mingxuan again, "Except you."

"It's because of me." Meng Mingxuan choked up, "Yan Shaoting drank with Ninth Brother last night and talked nonsense in front of him. He said he had a dream. In the dream, I didn't come to Kyoto, but stayed in Lincheng and married him. He also said that the Xu family sent me to be imprisoned in Lincheng in the name of Ninth Brother, and tortured and abused me in various ways. Later, I died in a car accident. Then Ninth Brother thought it was true and cried all night. He kept hugging me and saying sorry. I cried until I was broken."

"By the way, Yan Shaoting lied to Brother Nine and said that I was in a hurry to see Brother Nine, so I got into a car accident." Meng Mingxuan's eyes were filled with tears. "Grandpa, tell me, how could Brother Nine listen to such cruel words?"

“………………”

There was a brief moment of silence in the living room of the old house, with only the sound of Meng Mingxuan sobbing softly.

Old Master Yan glanced at the old butler, who was stroking his lips with his hands raised.

This is really outrageous.

"Xiaojiu actually believed this kind of nonsense?" Old Master Yan touched his chin, "It's totally in line with Xiaojiu's IQ."

"Because it's related to me." Meng Mingxuan pulled on Old Man Yan's sleeve. "Grandpa, you know that Brother Nine loves me the most. For my sake, he even postponed revenge for Mother Yan until I graduated from college. Of course, he would believe what Yan Shaoting said with all his evidence."

Old Master Yan wondered how he could cause such a big disaster. He had always disliked that thing, and now he had made his most beloved grandson and granddaughter-in-law cry.

Even if he could make one less person cry, he could still save face.

The old butler suddenly remembered, "Grandpa, is this the reason for the renovation of Lincheng Airport?"

"..." Old Master Yan was instantly stunned.

God knows that the big boss came to him for tea a few days ago, and when he asked about this matter, he felt so embarrassed that he wanted to find a way to hide. Fortunately, this was also a matter that benefited the local people, and the money was also paid by Xiaojiu, and there was no grant, otherwise he would really tie up the father and son and beat them.

“Renovation of Lincheng Airport?” Meng Mingxuan had no idea about this and for a moment she even forgot to continue crying.

The old housekeeper hummed, "When the young master brought you back to Lincheng last time, the gentleman approved the documents and the young master paid for it."

"..."Meng Mingxuan's vagina was twitching in pain.

It turns out that he knew it so early. He must have heard Yan Shaoting talking nonsense to his sister and brother-in-law.

"Look, Grandpa, Yan Shaoting has been talking nonsense to Ninth Brother so early. I thought he said it last night." Meng Mingxuan threw herself into Grandpa Yan's arms and cried, "Ninth Brother is exactly like Minister Yan, a crying child, but I have to cry for Ninth Brother. Grandpa, you can't always wrong Ninth Brother. You know that Ninth Brother started working hard in Lincheng at the age of 15 and took care of me. Many people bullied him..."

Old Master Yan stood stiffly, hugged Meng Mingxuan who was crying miserably, and coaxed her awkwardly: "Grandpa has agreed, don't cry anymore, or your eyes will be swollen like walnuts, and Xiaojiu will think I scolded you and made you cry."

Meng Mingxuan raised her head with tears in her eyes, "Really?"

It turned out that the housekeeper did not lie to her. Fortunately, she did not kneel all the time. If her knees turned red, it would be easier to deceive the ninth brother. The ninth brother wanted her to hurt herself to stand up for him.

"Although grandpa is an old stubborn, he is not a liar." Old Master Yan took the tissue handed by the old housekeeper and stuffed it on her body, "Wipe your tears and talk to grandpa slowly."

"Thank you, Grandpa. Thank you, Grandpa the housekeeper."

Meng Mingxuan quickly calmed down and wiped away her tears.

Old Master Yan pondered, "What does Mingxuan want me to do for Xiaojiu?"

"I know that people are made of flesh and blood, but Yan Shaoting can do what he wants. He decided that one day he would go crazy and hurt Brother Nine again. He and Brother Nine would deal with him in Lincheng. Before, he said that he would assist Brother Nine and me, and I was suspicious. Now it seems that I am the one who is more suspicious."

Meng Mingxuan paused and gently pulled on Old Man Yan's sleeve, "Grandpa, please send him away. He may come back to Kyoto."

The old butler clenched his fist to his lips and coughed lightly.

The eldest lady is also a ruthless person.

"Send him back to Lincheng?" asked Mr. Yan.

Meng Mingxuan shook her head, "Yes, I sent him abroad."

She would never give Yan Shaoting the chance to hurt her ninth brother again.

Even if there was only a glimmer of possibility, she would nip it in the bud.

"Yes, the descendants of our Yan family can go abroad." Old Master Yan said firmly.

"The master went abroad for inspection half a year ago," said the old butler.

"Shut up." Old Master Yan was angry. How could this be the same?

"The mouth says it wants to close." The old butler bowed respectfully.

“…”

"Grandpa, if you don't mind..." Meng Mingxuan slowly loosened Grandpa Yan's sleeve.

“Hold it tightly.” Old Master Yan glared.

"Oh." Meng Mingxuan pulled him again.

Old Master Yan coughed lightly, "Sending him abroad will definitely work, it's too obvious, and Shao Ting is now your and Xiao Jiu's assistant. Everyone says that they have a good relationship as cousins, and your reputation has been restored. Grandpa will be buried sooner or later, and you and Xiao Jiu will represent the Yan family in the future. You can't be branded as a posthumous child of the eldest wife. Shao Ting's temperament is indeed very good, a bit like his bastard father, but his life experience is still very pitiful."

"That's why I came here to ask grandpa for help." Meng Mingxuan said softly.

Of course, she and Brother Nine were dealing with Yan Shaoting again.

She just wanted her ninth brother to bear the blame.

Old Master Yan thought for a moment and said, "How about this? I'll send him to a military unit far away from Kyoto to train him. That way, he won't be a nuisance to you and Xiaojiu. He's been really a bit too much lately, hanging out with Xu Xiang's little brothers all day eating, drinking and having fun. He's almost become the second Yan Shaoxiang in the Beijing circle. I'm always worried that he'll get into trouble. With his ruthlessness, he's suitable for the military."

Send to the army for training?

Of course Meng Mingxuan knew that with just one word from Old Master Yan, Yan Shaoting would never be able to leave the army.

“It’s good to have one less love rival who is an eyesore to Xiaojiu and one more person who is willing to serve the country. Mingxuan, it’s time for you to grow up. Personal grudges and hatreds must be less important than the interests of the country. Do you understand?” Old Master Yan smiled and raised his head, rubbing Meng Mingxuan’s head.

This girl's head is as furry as a puppy's, no wonder Xiaojiu always likes to rub it.