Chapter 44 Throw Him Out
When Madam Yu asked her to go back at this time, she could guess her purpose with her toes.
Yu Jiaojiao must have gone back and complained to me again, crying and whining.
She'd have to be crazy to go back and risk getting into trouble.
Besides, she didn't want to have too many entanglements with those people anymore. It would be best if they could avoid seeing each other in the future and not disturb each other's lives.
Unfortunately, such a beautiful wish is destined to remain unfulfilled.
Yu Zhiyi looked at the boy who had barged into her yard, her expression turning cold: "Yu Zixuan, have you forgotten all your manners?"
Yu Zixuan, the fifth son of the Yu family, is fifteen years old this year and is the only younger brother of the two daughters.
Looking at the flamboyant young man in front of her, Yu Zhiyi's mind conjured up an image of an honest and kind-hearted face.
In an instant, that face vanished like starlight, leaving only Yu Zixuan with a face full of disgust: "You're the one who dares to talk back to me! Who do you think you are, daring to lecture me like that!"
Yu Zhiyi had a chair brought over, and she leaned back in it, even crossing her legs comfortably: "Then who is your identity, daring to trespass into the Prime Minister's residence?"
Yu Zixuan's expression froze.
Since Yu Jiaojiao returned to the Yu family, her parents and her fifth brother have gradually distanced themselves from Yu Zhiyi.
Among them, Yu Zixuan's attitude changed the most.
The reason is simple: Jiaojiao is his benefactor.
Who does Yu Zhiyi think she is? Not only did she usurp Jiao Jiao's place and occupy ten years of her happy life, but she also tried to steal Jiao Jiao's credit.
Such a vicious and disgusting woman! Just thinking about how he had called her "sister" so affectionately for ten years makes him feel nauseous!
"Although I don't want to admit it, you are, after all, my elder sister in name only, so of course I can come to the Prime Minister's residence."
This self-righteous attitude is exactly the same as in his previous life.
These people despise themselves on the one hand, and on the other hand, they use the name of their relatives to hold them hostage.
In her past life, she still craved a sliver of warmth, which is why she was willing to tolerate them.
But now...
"If you don't want to admit it, then don't. I don't want to acknowledge an ingrate as my brother anyway. Guards, throw him out. If he doesn't leave..."
Her expression turned cold: "Don't hold back, just attack!"
Yu Zixuan stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "You dare!"
He soon realized that Yu Zhiyi was not only daring, but also incredibly resolute.
Looking at the tightly closed gates of the Du residence, Du Ziheng touched his nose, which was stinging from the wind blowing the gate shut, and stomped his foot angrily: "You, Yu Zhiyi, actually called me an ingrate! I think you're the biggest ingrate!"
He yelled at the closed door, "If you hadn't teamed up with others to bully Sister Jiaojiao, do you think I would have bothered coming to see you?"
"Let me tell you, keep acting up. Let's see what you'll have left to do without the Yu family's backing!"
Yu Zhiyi not only did not return to the Yu family to confess her crimes, but she also abandoned Yu Zixuan outside the mansion, which was something no one in the Yu family had expected.
Yu Jiaojiao was originally crying and waiting expectantly for Yu Zhiyi to come back and apologize, and to obediently force Hongluan to return the money.
Unexpectedly, after crying until her eyes were red, only Yu Zixuan came to see her.
Everyone was puzzled by Yu Zixuan's grumpy expression.
Seeing everyone staring at him, Yu Zixuan's expression grew even uglier. He gritted his teeth and said, "She thinks she's all grown up just because she married into the Prime Minister's mansion and has Du Ziheng backing her up. She thinks she's got too much influence and won't come back."
As for being thrown out, he was too ashamed to mention it.
Everyone in the Yu family: "..."
Yu Jiaojiao was so shocked that she forgot to cry.
No one knew better than her that Yu Zhiyi cared most about family and the people in the Yu family.
You should know that in her previous life, although Yu Zhiyi was away from the capital until this year, she returned and became the wife of a marquis because of Zhang Tianshun's achievements. However, she did not return to the Yu family to be arrogant and domineering. Instead, she did her best to help the Yu family overcome difficulties. Several of her brothers also made achievements with her help and shone brightly in the court.
How could everything change after being reborn?
etc……
Yu Jiaojiao felt uneasy.
Unless that woman has given up on the Yu family.
But in this life, the thing that would make Yu Zhiyi give up hasn't happened yet...
Unless, that woman was also reborn!
Yu Jiaojiao became increasingly alarmed, and she couldn't even hear what the five young men of the Yu family were saying.
Yu Mengqin, the eldest son, gripped his teacup tightly and said coldly, "It's better if you don't come back. Don't ever come back!"
Erlang sneered, "That's not necessarily true. In my opinion, it won't be long before she comes back to us crying and begging us to stand up for her."
Unbeknownst to outsiders, they had already received the news.
Contrary to popular belief, Du Ziheng was not virtuous at all. He had a lover before marriage, but because of her social status, Madam Du did not agree to her entering the household, so Du Ziheng was forced to marry her.
They guessed that Yu Zhiyi was being so tough now only because she didn't know about that woman's existence.
When she finds out that the woman is the one Du Ziheng truly loves, and that the man Du Ziheng was carrying to the doctor a few days ago was actually that woman, she will definitely go crazy.
If things get out of hand, she'll only be able to rely on her family for support.
Sitting in his wheelchair, Yu Sanlang frowned slightly upon hearing this: "She is, after all, our sister. In my opinion, we should step in and warn our brother-in-law."
Women kept outside the home are different from women kept in the household.
No matter how favored a concubine is, she is nothing more than a plaything, an object that the mistress can manipulate at will.
But keeping her outside... although that's not a good reputation, it shows that this woman holds an extraordinary position in the hearts of men.
Du Ziheng is also known for his talent, so it is not impossible for him to pass the imperial examination and become prime minister in the future.
Once Prime Minister Du dies, and he gains the power to make decisions, the first thing he might do is target his legal wife and make room for other women.
Although... their reputation is not good, with their methods, it's not impossible to make it legitimate through manipulation.
Yu Zixuan sneered: "Warning what? Does that woman even deserve our intervention?"
Yu Silang remained silent.
Seeing that his brothers disagreed, Yu Sanlang felt reluctant but ultimately said nothing.
Yu Zixuan looked at the absent-minded Yu Jiaojiao and said, "Sister Jiaojiao, don't worry, this time we will definitely help you curb that woman's arrogance!"
Yu Jiaojiao was distracted and didn't hear what they were saying at all; otherwise, she would have told them that Yu Zhiyi didn't care about that woman's existence at all.
Well... although she didn't believe it, she at least knew that it was impossible to wait for Yu Zhiyi to back down on that woman's issue.
Unfortunately, she didn't hear clearly. Seeing her brothers looking at her with concern and wanting to torment Yu Zhiyi for her sake, she felt both touched and proud, and temporarily suppressed her unease.
So what if that woman was reborn?
Still, they haven't been able to outcompete themselves.
Zhang Tianshun, this future prince, is hers!
Yu Zhiyi never expected that her rare impulsive trip out would lead to her overhearing something about herself.
At that moment, two people, one standing and one sitting, were blocking the view not far away, and the person they were talking about was her.
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