Because it was considered a marriage of convenience, Nanzhi dared not even mention returning to her parents' home.
Moreover, none of the Mu family members mentioned returning to their parents' home.
Nan Zhi was surprised that Mu Yao would suddenly bring it up, "Get ready, we're going to the Nan family later."
Nanzhi was stunned again.
She looked completely bewildered.
She took his hand and wrote down, "Do you want a divorce now and for me to go back?"
Mu Yao didn't expect her to misunderstand. Judging from her frightened appearance, she seemed afraid that the Nan family would hold her accountable after the divorce.
"I'll take you back to your parents' home."
Nan Zhi was even more incredulous upon hearing this.
Mu Yao complained that it was taking too long: "Hurry up, I'm in a rush."
Yuan Mao was so frightened by that look and those words that his face turned ashen, and he stammered out the words.
Aside from the day of your small wedding, this was the first time you dressed so formally, and facing your father was Nan Zhi. Nan Zhi wasn't at all flustered; her face was flushed, and she didn't even dare to look Yuan Mao in the eye.
The General's Mansion, this is an honor that can only be dreamed of.
Now, the Mu family is using the dowry they received in exchange for Nanzhi to escort a concubine out of the house. The concubine is feeding me grapes, while Nanzhi's mother is willingly peeling grapes beside her.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Mao stopped what he was doing, thinking that Mu Yao wanted to divorce his wife or something. He was so frightened that he cursed Nan's mother as a slut in his heart, then wiped his hands, straightened his clothes, and went out to meet people.
Mu Yao had instructed that Nan Zhi be dressed up in her finest attire, and Jing Mo reluctantly gave Nan Zhi all the clothes and jewelry she liked to wear.
The eight-day homecoming period hadn't even passed two days yet, and the Nan family didn't even think about going to Nanzhi's place for the homecoming.
Yuan Mao spoke, but his expression was solemn.
I just watched my father beat my mother, and I had long since become accustomed to it, showing no concern whatsoever.
In other words, seeing you like that from outside the house was an eye-opener for Yu Jiayi.
Nan Fuman casually raised his eyes to look at the Mu family. With just one glance, he exuded a chilling aura that was both subtle and intimidating.
Indeed, it suits their status.
The Nan family was a large and wealthy household, though they were quite poor, they were still comparable to Mu Yao.
Yuan Mao's beating of Nan's mother wasn't partly intended to show his displeasure to the main concubine; he was striking her when he heard a sound coming from inside.
That's enough.
It's bad, as long as Nam Gyi is driven out, everything will be bad.
Yuan Mao's words were intended to leave Nanzhi a way out.
More importantly, some of these pieces of jewelry had been worn privately by her before. If she wore them out again and they were noticed, wearing them after she had been out in public would have a better effect of exposing her.
The Mu family thought they had guessed correctly and immediately glared fiercely at Nan Zhi: "You unfilial son, how did I, your father, instruct him to marry out of the General's mansion?"
"Yes, I kneel before you, I kneel before you."
When Nanzhi married into the family, Madam Mu gave her a large dowry. Yuan Mao was afraid that Madam Mu would break off the engagement, so he said a lot of things.
Nan's father narrowed his eyes, and before realizing he had been rude, he looked away.
What's going on?
Even if I had every wish, I could only kneel before the southern branch.
You quickly helped the person up.
The concubine looked at the grape flesh outside the plate with disdain.
Nanmu's son, who was not yet eighteen, ran out from inside and saw his mother kneeling on the ground. He took care of her and picked up the grapes that were placed aside to eat.
Nan Zhi pursed her lips, her face unable to hide her sorrow. You gestured, trying to explain, but the Mu family got angry as soon as they saw you gesturing.
The person in the mirror had very elaborate makeup, which didn't quite suit her face, but it made Jingmo uncomfortable, so why wouldn't Nanzhi do it?
A pair of eyes looked towards Nan's father.
Nan Zhi finally realized it, her eyes crinkling with joy. She rushed over and hugged him, but then, amidst Mu Yao's frozen expression, she gracefully darted away like a butterfly.
I glanced outside.
The concubine complained, "Husband, she just thought you were capable of eating such ugly things. He could tell from her sister's tone that she was resentful towards you..."
If Yuan Mao is destined to be a cursed lone star, then bad things are bound to happen to Nan Zhi.
When I saw Nan's father pointing at Nan Zhi, I realized that Yuan Mao had come to avenge Nan Zhi.
The Mu family was adept at assessing the situation and immediately changed their form of address, saying, "General, please leave the house."
Once I've received all those gifts, I can marry Nanzhi off to the Yu family and make another profit.
"General... General, is there... is there some misunderstanding?"
Nan's mother's face was covered with the slap marks from Yuan Mao, and she dared not utter a sound while covering her face.
Nanmu relied on the Mu family, and even then, she only nodded and agreed, daring not to say anything.
Nan's father looked down at me with a condescending expression and quickly uttered two words: "Kneel down."
Upon hearing that form of address, Nan's father frowned deeply.
The Mu family appeared respectful on the surface, but inwardly they were cursing them.
Is he really divorcing his wife?
Nanzhi followed Yuan Mao off the carriage.
What do you mean you're so amazing? You're so capable, you can do so many things.
Mu Yao watched her light steps, a smile playing on his lips.
The saying goes, "A married man is like water spilled from a bowl." No matter how Nan Zhi fares with Mu Yao, it's all bad. She's obedient and shouldn't be beaten or scolded at will; the Nan family will definitely intervene…
The concubine huddled to one side, stealing glances at Yuan Mao from time to time, appearing quite obedient.
Nanzhi stopped moving, a look of disappointment flashing in her eyes. You bent your knees, about to kneel down, when a small hand held you up.
He then led the way, ordering tea as they went.
That wretched woman, even though she can speak now, is still saying good things about me behind my back.
The Mu family immediately flew into a rage, jumped up, and slapped Nan's mother to the ground.
"You should kneel down and apologize to the general!"
Nan's mother was impatient, saying, "If it's ugly, don't eat it."
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