Chapter 330 Making Trouble

When the old lady and Mrs. Chen barged into Liuting Tower, Zhu Huaizhen and Chen Ming'an sat at opposite ends of a black lacquer, gilded, scroll-painted beauty couch surrounded by scrolls of poetry and paintings. Zhu Huaizhen fanned himself with a rosewood handle, embroidered with pomegranates, cats, and butterflies, his movements languid as those of a Persian cat. Chen Ming'an, on the other hand, closed his eyes, his figure thin and lonely.

Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.

The song being sung on the stage was "Peach Blossom Fan", which was very beautiful in its humming voice.

The old lady and Mrs. Chen couldn't help but stop and listen for a while.

It was not until the performance was changed to "The Injustice of Dou E", which neither the old lady nor Mrs. Chen liked, that I felt my legs and feet aching from standing.

The sun and moon hang in the sky at dawn and dusk, and spirits wield the power of life and death. Heaven and earth, supposed to distinguish between the clear and the turbid, yet how could they have confused Dao Zhi and Yan Yuan? Those who do good suffer poverty and a shorter life, while those who commit evil enjoy wealth and longevity. Heaven and earth, seemingly coveting the strong and bullying the weak, yet they also seem to go along with the tide. Earth, if you can't distinguish between good and evil, what are you called Earth? Heaven, you misjudge the wise and the foolish, unworthy of being Heaven! Alas, all I can do is shed tears.

By the way, at this moment, Zhu Huaizhen put down the fan and picked up the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, which made the old lady and Mrs. Chen even more furious.

Sugar-heart abalone, pineapple sea cucumber, white shark lips, young deer tendons, claw meat, golden shark fin, ivory clam meat, spider fish glue, quail eggs, ham, pork ribs, clean winter bamboo shoots, king oyster mushrooms, chrysanthemum mushrooms, wild pine mushrooms, morels, snow bamboo fungus, Shaoxing wine, eighteen ingredients, eighteen delicious flavors. The moment you lift the lotus leaf covering the jar, the rich meaty aroma is so fragrant that even a Buddha would jump over the wall.

Why can a princess of a fallen country live a life of luxury while they, the family of Duke Dingguo, can only live under someone else's roof? Gao Yan'er's in-laws are filled with humiliation.

"Chen Ming'an, you unfilial descendant, do you still have me, your grandmother, in your eyes?" The old lady knocked her cane heavily with full energy.

"Chen Ming'an, your grandmother suffered a lot at the hands of Yan'er's in-laws. Why did you, the Duke Dingguo's Mansion, turn a blind eye to anything this time? Besides, as everyone knows, the guilty one is your mother, Princess Pingyang!" Madam Chen put her hands on her hips, also furious.

"Chen Ming'an, do you need my help?" Zhu Huaizhen held up her rosy cheeks, smiling like a flower, her eyes moving. She knew too well that Chen Ming'an was a thin-skinned person, and he must not want her, Zhu Huaizhen, to interfere.

Otherwise, with Zhu Huaizhen's fighting ability, the old lady and Madam Chen would have to flee in panic.

"Grandmother, aunt, as far as I know, you acted arrogantly in Yan'er's husband's family and almost caused Yan'er to be divorced." Chen Ming'an whispered in a cold tone.

"That's all thanks to that slut. She usually relies on her status as a princess to act superior and disrespectful to her mother-in-law, but she is a traitor. Even a three-year-old child knows to protect Southern Yan, but she, who enjoys all the glory and wealth, is so shameless. People like her should go to the eighteen levels of hell and experience icebergs, volcanoes, and knife mountains before they can learn their lesson." The old lady, who could never act like a mother-in-law in front of her daughter-in-law in her life, became more and more excited as she spoke, as if she wanted to vent all the resentment she had accumulated for more than twenty years.

"Grandma, please be careful with your words." Chen Ming'an said coldly, his eyes grim.