The short-lived person in the Gu family is Gu Yunhe.

Shang Yukuan’s original wife, the biological mother of Dalang, Liulang and Bamei!

She looked at Shang Yukuan with red eyes, full of resentment and dissatisfaction. She was quite brooding over Gu Yunhe, who had passed away many years ago due to illness.

Shang Yukuan had never seen her like this before. He pointed his trembling finger at Mrs. Wei and scolded her loudly.

"You think you can slander Yun He? Believe it or not, I will beat you up!"

"If you have the guts, then fight!"

"Father!"

Madam Wei and Shang Qillang spoke at the same time, which froze Shang Yukuan there. It was wrong to hit him, and it was also wrong not to hit him. In the end, he said this with a red face.

"You are a concubine who is not worthy of being promoted to a concubine! How dare you speak like that? I can imagine how much you disrespected Yun He in the past. But I believed your nonsense and let down Liu Lang and the others. Humph, you don't have to say these things. When Liu Lang and the others come back, you and I will get divorced. Go back to your Taiwei Mansion and live your noble life without being dragged down by a useless husband like me!"

After saying this, Shang Yukuan turned away.

This was the first time he got so angry, catching Mrs. Wei off guard.

He just stood there in a daze and asked Shang Qilang.

"He...he wants to divorce me?"

Shang Qillang looked at his mother with a complicated expression. He also felt that what he had just said was a bit too much. In the current situation, the family should have united together to overcome the difficulties.

But every day my mother either looks down on this or that, and is always the one getting mad in the yard!

If he were the father, he would have been unable to bear it long ago. He felt that he was a magnanimous father to the extent that he could endure until today, so he did not do much to defend his mother.

Shang Silang was still a little dazed by the slap, so he didn't say anything.

Silang's wife was thinking that if her mother-in-law divorced before her, wouldn't she have to stay here feeling miserable for some time?

After all, no matter how good the Wei family is and how open-minded the people are, they cannot afford to accept two daughters who divorced and returned home. What's more, their relationship is so "close". Even if they both divorced and returned home, it would probably be very embarrassing.

Therefore, she had the idea of ​​striking first, and then she glanced at Shang Silang, with a lot of disdain in her eyes.

"Mother, you should go to bed early. After this is over, go and have a good talk with father. These are just words spoken in anger. Don't take them seriously!"

After Shang Qilang said this, Mrs. Wei immediately became dissatisfied and said with a cold brow.

"You still think it's my fault? Didn't you hear what he said? He said I was something that was not worthy of being on the table? Humph, what about you? What about you all? You were all born from something that was not worthy of being on the table, so how noble can you be?"

In a word, everyone present was equally offended.

Mrs. Wei looked at the change in everyone's face and regretted it. How could she be so blinded by a few words and say such words to hurt her children? But now the situation is here. Even if she wants to change her mind, she doesn't think others can accept it.

Shang Qillang sighed, took a complicated look at the messy New Year's Eve family dinner on the ground, and then left.

After he left, Silang's wife also went back with her two children. Shang Silang didn't want to stay alone with his mother, so he ran away too.

She was already angry, and now seeing the children avoiding her like the plague, her heart ached.

"What a sin! I have planned carefully for my whole life, but in the end my husband despises me and my children abandon me. Hahaha, it really comes true to what that short-lived ghost said before she died."

Back then, Gu Yunhe held on to his last breath and spoke to her in a very mocking manner.

"I am waiting in the underground to see your fate of being deserted by your friends and relatives. Everything you cherish now will become a knife stabbing you, draining every drop of your blood until you turn into mud and everyone will step on you!"

After saying this, Gu Yunhe died.

That day, she looked down at Gu Yunhe with the attitude of a victor, and thought that she was just jealous before her death. Who knew that it would actually come true...

Could it be that this is retribution?

In an instant, Madam Wei's iron-clad mood became uneasy, while Madam Jiao, who was standing by, felt sorry for her master and hurried forward to speak.

"Madam, don't worry. Everything can turn around. Gu Yunhe is dead. How can we trust her words? No matter what, you are the one in charge of the Duke's Mansion now, so the final winner can only be you!"

Nanny Jiao's words gave Mrs. Wei some comfort.

After wiping away the tears that unconsciously flowed from the corners of her eyes, she raised her head proudly and returned to her previous calm demeanor.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Yes, didn't I send Gu Yunhe, who had such a family background and ability, to the west? Whoever stands in my way will be killed by me!"

Aunt Jiao looked at Madam Wei, whose eyes were becoming increasingly crazy, and followed her loyally.

The farce in the Duke's Mansion did not spread out, but that night the Duke had his luggage packed up and moved to the study on his own, as if he wanted to draw a clear line between himself and Madam Wei.

Mrs. Wei calmly asked her subordinates to do as they were told.

It seemed as if she didn't care about it at all.

Although the servants in the house were somewhat curious, Madam Wei's assistant, Nanny Jiao, was now very strict, so no one dared to say a word and they all just did their own things quietly.

Poor Shang Yukuan, curled up on the chaise longue in the study, had no idea what he would face next. He was still looking forward to thinking that after he divorced Madam Wei, he might be able to reconcile with the children of Dongyuan.

Well, going back to the old days of loving father and filial son, the more I think about it, the more I feel that the cold nights are not that cold.

The charcoal fire was burning, giving him a lot of warm comfort.

Both places are filled with joy, and the winter wind brings the liveliness and pulls the days into the new year.

The 27th year of Xian De was another prosperous year for the Daxing Dynasty.

While the people were still immersed in the excitement and joy and enjoying the new atmosphere brought by the New Year, Mrs. Guo in a farm in the suburbs died.

He died on the sixth night of the first lunar month.

When she was found, she was already stiff, which showed that the servants didn't care at all! After hearing the news, the people in the fifth room only asked the people in the farm to prepare a thin coffin, and hurriedly buried her without even choosing a date.

And on the day of her burial, news of Shang Qinnan's death also spread.