The main thing is that the current emperor of the Zhou Dynasty is two generations older than him.
Unprecedented, a female emperor suddenly appeared.
According to seniority, she is the current grandmother. How can a filial son and grandson not support the rule of her grandmother?
This is the result of his grandfather's indulgence. The sins committed by his grandparents must be made to pass on even if the current emperor has to kneel down.
Besides, after the empress came to power, she appointed many talented female officials.
The status of women in the Zhou Dynasty was greatly improved in a short period of time. It has only been more than 40 years since the empress passed away, but the aftermath is still there.
The status of women in the Great Zhou Dynasty was not as insecure as it was before the empress. At one point, it even reached the point where women were superior to men.
Of course, now with two generations of emperors on the throne, although the status of women is far inferior to that when the empress was alive, it is not much different.
At least when she openly challenged her husband in the backyard, Helan Yuer was not afraid at all.
Anyway, her children are all grown up and there is nothing to be afraid of. They don't need to rely on this old man.
She was really tired of seeing Leng Siqian's wrinkled face.
Are the young talents out there unattractive? Or are the big houses out there hard to live in?
I have long thought of abandoning me.
There is no way to divorce a wife, if there were no precedent of divorcing a husband since ancient times.
Helan Yuer was probably unable to resist the urge to divorce this unpleasant old bitch.
There is no way to get a divorce, and now I can only reluctantly bear the injustice and get a divorce.
I follow my heart and don't want to delay, so as to avoid having those scum who are annoying to the eyes hanging around in front of me.
If she continues like this, she will sooner or later live many years less, and shortening her lifespan is a big deal.
Thinking of this, the fingers that rushed out became extra powerful.
"Let's get divorced."
The female voice suddenly rose, and the emotions were particularly high.
Leng Siqian, who was trying to sell his daughter for fame, was caught off guard and had no time to react.
Helan Yuer: "Let's get a divorce. The son is yours and the daughter is mine. It's settled."
After saying this, she clapped her hands and turned to leave. It seemed that she was in a hurry to go back and pack her dowry, and she ran very fast.
"Hey, stop, stop. When did I ever do what you wanted? When did I ever agree to a divorce? Come back quickly."
A middle-aged man in his forties, with his hand stretched straight in the air to keep Erkang, stood there motionless.
Unfortunately, the person he wanted to keep left him nothing but an indifferent back.
Thinking of the eldest daughter who was seriously ill in the Marquis's house and was still waiting for a reply.
Leng Siqian smiled bitterly and shook his head, what should he do?
Helan Yuer, the mistress of the house, strongly opposed it. Besides, sending her own daughter to be her son-in-law's concubine was not really above board.
Leng Siqian was afraid of the consequences and was at a loss for a moment.
After leaving the study, Helan Yuer, who was used to acting like the mistress of the house in front of outsiders, walked with the wind.
Following behind him were a string of maids and servants. He finally arrived at his own territory and entered the master bedroom.
In front of the corridor door, Mrs. Hao, who had been a maid who came with the dowry for many years and had finally become a housewife, turned around and gave a look to the maids and servants who followed behind her.
Those people stopped following at the right time, and Mrs. Hao looked at the maids and servants who had lowered their heads and eyes.
After watching for a long while, he seemed satisfied with their knowledgeable, interesting and considerate behavior, and nodded.
Then, as usual, he gave a few casual instructions, mainly to warn the servants serving in the backyard to recognize who was the master and the provider of food and clothing.
Don't say things that you shouldn't say.
Her expression and movements were just like those of a villain in a drama, ferocious and domineering.
The domineering Mrs. Hao scolded everyone as she wished and gave everyone their own tasks.
She turned around, threw her handkerchief, and walked into the house with her big butt twisted.
"My dear old slave, why is your life so miserable?"
Wiping away her tears, Mrs. Hao continued to howl, her tone not weak at all, she was full of energy and had the demeanor of a leader.
"That ungrateful bastard, the reincarnation of Huang Shiren, calling him a beast is too easy for him."
"My daughter worked hard and endured all kinds of grievances after marrying him. She gave birth to his children, managed the household, and kept the house."
"He worships his old, pious mother above, and treats him with a shrewish woman below. Why is this old slave's lady so miserable?"
Mrs. Hao is only a few years older than Yu'er. Before Yu'er got married, she was her personal maid.
People often say that it takes ten years for a daughter-in-law to become a mother-in-law. She spent ten years as a maid and became a lackey by her master's side.
Only Yu'er follows his lead.
Sitting on the embroidered cushion, relaxing her back and pondering what to do next, Yuer came to her senses.
Then he saw his trusted old woman, who had cried enough, sneaking up to him without him noticing, with a vicious look as if she was plotting something big and was determined to do it once and for all.
"Master, at this point, if you give the order, I will definitely take the lead."
Mrs. Hao was loyal and unyielding in her self-sacrifice.
Yu'er, who was holding the handkerchief in confusion, saw a cold light flash in her narrowed eyes, and then she raised her hand and slashed with the knife.
Yuer: “…”
After a while.
Yuer: "Murdering her husband."
His tone was erratic and his eyes were filled with fear.
Mrs. Hao had a face full of viciousness and cruelty, with sinister and deep eyes.
"Master, please rest assured that I will do my best. I anticipated this day and made preparations long ago."
"The father of my seventh aunt's eighth aunt's great uncle's third nephew's wife is a famous local doctor. Why don't I leave the house quietly while no one is paying attention..."
Whispering into her master's ear, Mrs. Hao, who was suppressing her murderous intent, had long wanted to kill Leng Siqian, the useless son-in-law.
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