In that instant, the Qin family's years of forbearance and tolerance crumbled into pieces.
Like a round mirror struck by a sharp stone, cracks piled up, and it could never be the same again.
Qin took a deep breath, her tone unusually calm, unlike her previous anger.
"Shen Su, I don't care how you repay my kindness, and I won't care anymore. But in the future, if anyone bullies my son again, don't blame me for not considering our marital bond!"
After saying this, Madam Qin turned around and left without looking back.
Her back was straight, like the verdant bamboo, yet it also revealed an indescribable desolation that tugged at the heartstrings.
Seeing this, Marquis Anbo became even more anxious, unsure whether to leave or stay.
A wife is important, but Chenyu also needs someone to take care of her.
He didn't understand why he was suddenly angry.
He felt that what he said was perfectly correct.
The two elders of the Shen family glared at their good-for-nothing son and sighed.
After Qin left, the atmosphere became even more tense. The servants dared not breathe, but Shen Yu didn't care about any of that and frantically kowtowed, begging for mercy.
She was convinced that all of this was a scheme orchestrated by Shen Jiao to frame her, and her resentment grew even stronger.
"Brother, do you think if we form a circle, she'll have to spin around 365 degrees and kowtow?" Shen Qingfeng pinched his chin, seemingly seriously considering this absurd question.
"Nonsense." Shen Qingcheng shoved him. "Don't stay here and get in the way. Go see your mother."
Upon hearing the mention of his mother, Shen Qingfeng obediently turned and left.
However, he was still very disappointed that he couldn't watch Chen Yu perform the Spinning Little Whirlwind Kneeling; it was a real pity.
I'll have to do it next time.
As soon as Shen Qingfeng left, Shen Qingcheng's expression turned even colder. The only warmth he had left had vanished without a trace. Even Marquis Anbo was so frightened by his aloof eldest son that he took a few steps back.
“My Anbo Marquis’s Mansion is not a dog kennel, where just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can come and go as they please. Since the letter of severance has been written, Shenyu has nothing to do with the Anbo Marquis’s Mansion. If Father cannot bear it, why not go and live with her?”
Shen Qingcheng's words were ruthless and businesslike, showing no intention of giving his father any face.
Marquis Anbo flew into a rage: "Shen Qingcheng! Listen to what you're saying! I'm your father! Yu'er is your sister! You unfilial son!"
"Why are you yelling at Cheng'er!" Old Madam Shen glared angrily and slammed her cane heavily on the back of her stupid son's head.
“Cheng’er’s meaning is my meaning. I’m not dead yet. You’d better think twice before you bully my grandson.”
Marquis Anbo immediately admitted defeat: "Mother, I was just disciplining my son."
Madam Shen sneered, "What a coincidence, I'm also disciplining my unfilial son!"
How could these be the same? Marquis Anbo had no words to express his suffering.
The situation was extremely unfavorable, and Shen Yu cried even harder, her voice hoarse: "Grandmother..."
"Shut up! Who's your grandmother? Do you think I'm senile and illiterate?" Old Madam Shen said irritably, slamming her cane against the letter of severance on the ground.
It's all written in black and white, crystal clear.
Shen Yu really wanted to strangle her own overly meticulous self just now.
This whole mess is embarrassing. Old Marquis Shen waved his hand impatiently: "Throw it out!"
The old master spoke, and the Shen family's guards stopped pretending to be dead, picking up the ashen-faced Chen Yu and throwing him out.
“There’s one more!” Old Marquis Shen frowned.
Marquis Anbo: "!!!"
Swoosh—
Clang—
Anbo Hou was thrown out in a beautiful arc.
...
The establishment of an empress in the Great Yan was no small matter; within half a day, the news spread throughout the country, causing a sensation.
It is well known that tyrants are tyrannical, inhuman, cruel, and cold-blooded. Over the years, countless beauties have been sent from various countries and regions, but not many have survived, and even those who died relatively easily are few and far between.
It is truly unbelievable that such a tyrant, who was so averse to women, would one day fall in love with one.
A tyrant establishes an empress?
This is simply unbelievable!
Unbelievable!
Cycads are blooming!
It's evil!
No one could have imagined that beside the dragon throne, destined for a life of loneliness, a new empress would quietly arrive as spring turned to autumn.
Everyone sighed in dismay.
Before Wang Fu read the imperial edict, the eunuchs who accompanied him out of the palace had already spread the news: the emperor had established an empress, the whole country was celebrating, and a general amnesty was granted.
When the tyrant did something truly human, the people were immediately moved to tears.
Moreover, a group of swift-moving guards roamed the streets and alleys of the royal city, leaving behind small red pouches of varying sizes wherever they went.
When the villagers who found it opened it, they discovered that besides peanuts, red dates, and longans, there was also an ounce of silver!
That's a tael of silver!
The royal city was vast and densely populated, and the guards would sweep water every three steps, each time filling ten bags, as if they were sprinkling water.
Everyone was shocked; the tyrant had really gone all out this time!
It seems that the young lady is indeed very favored by the emperor.
"Your Majesty, please help me snatch one too."
Upon leaving the Marquis of Anbo's residence, Shen Jiao encountered such a grand scene, which intrigued her, and she couldn't help but feel restless.
Ji Yan was puzzled: "This is the money I and you distributed to others as a token of our goodwill. Why are you getting involved? If you want to count the money, I'll take you to the private treasury."
Shen Jiao said seriously, "I'll share in the joy."
"I've never heard of someone sharing their own good fortune. How many do you want?"
"Three."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tyrant reached out and caught several red pouches thrown from a distance.
All these things were entrusted to Wang Fu's responsibility. When Ji Yan saw the inscription "May you have a son soon and live a long and happy life together" embroidered on the purse, her brow twitched.
Suddenly realizing that this bright red and rather tacky thing was too hot to handle, Ji Yan stuffed it directly into Chen Jiao's arms.
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