The little beggar slapped Zhao Zihua in the face. "What nonsense are you talking about? If you were the emperor's granddaughter, I would be the emperor! You are just like your crazy mother, a bitch!"
He was filled with hatred and pulled Zhao Zihua, "Okay, okay, you stole my money, so I will sell you to a brothel!"
Zhao Zihua was slapped in the face and was already filled with shame and anger. When she heard the little beggar was going to sell her, she stretched out her hands and threw the cakes to the ground like crazy, stomping on them. "I won't go!"
"Mother! Help! The little beggar is trying to kill me!"
Zhao Zihua took advantage of the little beggar's inattention and ran towards the dilapidated temple.
The little beggar followed with gritted teeth.
In the room, Zhao Zihua curled up in Zhao Yao's arms and complained. She was so excited that her hatred could not be dispelled. She rubbed over and kicked the old man on the ground, shouting, "It's all your fault, it's all your fault, why don't you die!"
The old man closed his eyes in despair.
Zhao Yao had a gloomy face and stared at the old man on the ground. Yes, why wasn't he dead yet? His flesh and blood had been fed to her, and there was no value left on his body.
What is he still alive for?
What an eyesore!
When the little beggar came in, he happened to see Zhao Zihua kicking the old man. He hurried over, pushed Zhao Zihua away, and then went to see the old man who was coughing badly.
"Uncle, are you okay?" the little beggar asked in a crying voice.
The old man could no longer answer him.
The little beggar burst into tears and shouted angrily at Zhao Yao and Zhao Zihua, "Are you still human?"
"Is there still humanity?"
"Even if you don't recognize him, even if he's a stranger, you can't treat him like this!"
Zhao Yao said coldly, "What do you know?"
"What qualifications do you have to scold me?"
"Do you think that just because he saved you, you're qualified to recognize him as your uncle? Haha, do you know who he is?"
"He... is the emperor's younger brother, Prince Shou Zhao Bing. If he weren't so destitute, you wouldn't even be qualified to lick his shoes!"
"You are just a lowly, stinking beggar. You have no right to interfere in the affairs between him and me!"
"You dare to hit my daughter... If you know what's good for you and kowtow to my daughter and apologize, I will spare your life. Otherwise, when I return to the palace, I will tear you into pieces!"
"Hahahaha..." The little beggar couldn't help laughing. He kept shaking his head and muttered, "Crazy, they are all crazy..."
The little beggar ignored them and hugged the old man tightly, sobbing, "Uncle... the money is gone, I'm sorry..."
Zhao Bing looked at the little beggar quietly, raised his hand with difficulty, and covered the little beggar's face, "Don't cry..."
The little beggar cried even harder.
Zhao Bing felt mixed emotions.
The reason he saved him was that he knew he was dying and wanted to find someone to take care of his daughter and granddaughter.
I didn't expect this child to be so kind.
Zhao Bing felt a little sad and regretful. Why could a random acquaintance remember his kindness? But he gave everything to Zhao Yao, but she was not moved at all.
Zhao Bing knew that he couldn't survive the night. Zhao Zihua's kicks were about to send him to hell.
He was very regretful and sad. Until his death, his daughter and granddaughter refused to recognize him.
What’s even more tragic is that after his death, they were left alone with no one to take care of them.
“Cough cough cough…”
"Uncle, are you okay?" the little beggar suddenly asked in fear, "Uncle, you're vomiting blood!"
Zhao Bing shook his head at the little beggar, and his gaze slowly moved from his face to the moonlight outside, gradually becoming a little cold.
Zhao Bing only understood at this moment.
He is the same as Zhao Yao.
They are equally ungrateful and only care about their own likes and dislikes, regardless of others, and are extremely selfish.
Zhao Bing said hoarsely, "Dog, I... after I die... you..."
When the little beggar heard this, he was in great panic and pain. "Uncle, please don't die. You are the only one in this world who loves me. If you die, what will I do?"
"I don't want you to die!"
"Promise me, or I will...die with regrets!"
The little beggar held back his tears and nodded heavily, "Uncle, don't worry, I promise you."
Zhao Bingsong smiled quickly, his pupils gradually dimming. "Promise me that you will take good care of them... mother and daughter... for me."
The little beggar suddenly froze.
With tears in his eyes, he looked at the dead old man in his arms, and heard Zhao Yao's sharp sneer in his ears.
What is she laughing at?
Are you laughing at him?
After an unknown amount of time, the little beggar got up, went out to dig a hole, and buried Zhao Bing.
After the burial, it was already dawn.
The little beggar looked at the grave in front of him and felt inexplicably cold.
At this time, Zhao Yao's arrogant voice came from the dilapidated temple in the distance, "Little beggar, why don't you go beg for food!"
The little beggar turned around in a daze, and just after taking a few steps, he suddenly bumped into someone's arms. The person's body was so hard that it hurt him.
Above my head, a man's clear voice said, "Little brother, watch the road."
The little beggar looked up and saw a tall and mighty man in black. There was not only him, but also more than a dozen people beside him, all wearing the same clothes. They were all in black, serious and looked a little scary.
Before the little beggar could say anything, a man in black beside him asked, "Little brother, do you live in the dilapidated temple in front?"
The little beggar nodded blankly.
The two leading men in black exchanged glances, and the other asked, "Do you know if there's a seventeen-year-old girl named Zhao Zihua in the dilapidated temple?"
The little beggar's pupils dilated slightly.
The Man in Black confirmed.
Without saying a word, he led his men into the dilapidated temple. The little beggar was still in a daze. The man who was hit smiled faintly and threw him a silver ingot. "Little brother, there has never been any Zhao Zihua here. You have never seen her, let alone us. Do you understand?"
The little beggar didn't understand and just stared blankly at the big silver ingot in front of him. How much money did it cost? He couldn't help but think that his uncle had died early and he was rich now.
The little beggar took the silver, his confused expression gradually cleared up, and he nodded cautiously.
"Who is Zhao Zihua?"
The man in black smiled with satisfaction, his eyes showing some approval.
In the dilapidated temple, Zhao Yao was lying on the bed, talking to the system, [When will the emperor's people arrive? ]
As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black rushed in. Seeing Zhao Zihua, he asked, "Are you Zhao Zihua?"
Zhao Zihua stood up excitedly. Has the emperor's grandfather finally come to see her?
She nodded repeatedly, "I am who I am!"
The man in black narrowed his cold eyes, his expression somewhat intriguing. He ordered, "Take her away!"
The man in black behind them came forward and picked up Zhao Zihua. The group was about to leave. Seeing this, Zhao Yao crawled over from the bed, roaring, fearing that they would forget her.
"And me!"
"I am Princess Huai'an!"
"Take me with you!"
The man in black suddenly stopped, slowly turned around and looked at her, his sharp eyes scanning her face as if for confirmation.
Zhao Yao frowned and said, "Zihua! Talk to him!"
Zhao Zihua said arrogantly, "She is my mother, Princess Huai'an. You can't treat her badly! Otherwise, I will go back and tell my grandfather, and I will tear you all into pieces!"
Perhaps fearing Zhao Zihua's threat, the group of black-clad men fell silent. The atmosphere around them was a little strange, until the leader of the black-clad men said calmly, "Then take her with you!"
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