Early in the morning, a fierce wind and rainstorm broke out.
Yuan Doudou sat at the desk, teaching Anji to read.
Ye Xiaoqian came over from next door, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and was soaked.
"My God, the rain is pouring down." Ye Xiaoqian closed her umbrella and put it aside.
Yuan Doudou was also helpless: "Yes, Chun Tao just said that lunch will be delivered and that we shouldn't go out."
"That Chun Tao is quite meticulous in her work," Ye Xiaoqian said casually.
Turning around, I saw that An Rong was not there.
Where is your husband?
Why is he running around in such heavy rain?
Yuan Doudou said worriedly, "Don't even mention it. Lu Chaoyang took me away early this morning, saying he had something important to discuss."
Ye Xiaoqian listened without saying anything. She guessed that the so-called important matter was nothing more than his affair with Song Lin'an.
Her plan was simple: arrest Song Lin'an, torture her, and force her to hand over the antidote.
How straightforward.
But they wouldn't listen, worrying that the Song family would retaliate.
Once the deed is done, they can just pack up and run away. No matter how powerful the Song family is, they can't control things in other places.
They are just too cowardly.
"DouDou, don't worry. If anything really happens to An Rong, I'll always protect you." She can do what men can and can't do.
It's no better than a pretty but useless person.
The rain outside gradually subsided, and two men walked in. They were stunned when they heard her words.
Yuan Doudou, who was looking down at her book, was also amused by her words.
"Xiaoqian, you are so good that I have nothing to say."
She already knew Ye Xiaoqian's personality: she was quick-witted, had no ill intentions, and always considered others.
“Miss Ye, her husband is perfectly fine. You can’t just poach him like that.” Lu Chaoyang walked in with a smile, followed by An Rong.
Chuntao and Haitang held umbrellas for the two of them and came along.
"Um, I was just saying it offhand, don't take it seriously," she stammered to An Rong.
There is absolutely no intention to curse.
“Yes, I know.” An Rong was already used to it.
He walked over to Yuan Doudou and looked at the book in her hand; it turned out to be the "Classic of Mountains and Seas".
"I was just bored, and after searching for a long time, this was the only one with pictures," Yuan Doudou explained calmly, afraid that he would discover her secret.
An Rong laughed when he heard this, but he didn't say anything more about why she needed to explain.
"Daddy, look at my handwriting, is it good?" Anji had just learned to write a big character.
An Rong looked down intently, "Did your mother teach you this?"
“Yes, isn’t Mommy amazing?” Angie said proudly.
He idolized his mother from the bottom of his heart, thinking she was the most amazing person in the world.
"Impressive." An Rong looked at Yuan Doudou and saw her engrossed in her book, a smile playing on his lips.
She is indeed different from before. In the past, she always refused to be taught to read. I never expected that after three years, she could read books by herself and even teach Anji to write.
If he hadn't seen the peach blossom-shaped birthmark on her shoulder under the moonlight that night, he would have really doubted that the person in front of him was really Yuan Doudou.
"An Rong, what does Lord Lu want with you?"
Yuan Doudou put down her book, sat down at the round table, poured two cups of tea, and handed one to Xiao Qian.
An Rong sat down and poured himself a drink.
Lu Chaoyang sought him out about the antidote.
The Song family had already arrived, and Lu Chaoyang led them to the front hall without disturbing Yuan Doudou.
Lin'an did not come in person, but instead sent her maid Caiwei.
“Young Master, my young lady said that she has already taken note of what you did this time and will definitely repay you double in the future. If you can release the person, she can consider waiving the debt.”
Having spent so much time with Lin'an, Caiwei's tone of voice had become quite arrogant.
"Like master, like servant. Go back and tell your young lady that I, Lu Chaoyang, am waiting for her to settle accounts." I'm afraid she won't come.
No matter how powerful Song Lin'an is, she has her weaknesses. Lu Chaoyang knows that Song Lin'an is most afraid of her maternal grandfather, the Eighth Prince, Ling Xiao.
With just a word from the Eighth Prince, even Song Chengde would have to obey, let alone Ling Buchou.
The Eighth Prince was an upright man who loved his people like his own children. As a result, he was favored by the emperor. Since the emperor ascended the throne, ten princes rebelled and eleven princes disobeyed. All of them were stripped of their royal titles and imprisoned in the imperial prison, never to be released, whether alive or dead.
If he knew that his granddaughter was running rampant in Ping'an Town, using despicable means to steal other men's husbands, he would be so angry he would vomit blood.
“Young Master, my young lady is your cousin. Your constant siding with outsiders against her will break her heart.”
Caiwei didn't care; she was only focused on protecting her mistress. She believed that whatever her mistress wanted, she should help her get it.
“Caiwei, if you really care about your young lady, hurry back and persuade her to cure Young Master An’s poison. Don’t blame me for not reminding you, if this gets to the ears of the Eighth Prince, she’ll have a hard time from now on.”
Caiwei looked flustered. Of course she knew that her young lady was fearless except for her maternal grandfather, the Eighth Prince, who was thousands of miles away.
If the prince finds out, he will probably send someone to take the young lady away immediately and discipline her properly.
Such a thing happened once when the young lady was seven years old. The Eighth Prince came from afar to visit his daughter and happened to find her whipping a maid because the maid had broken her butterfly kite.
By the time the Eighth Prince saw her, the maid had been beaten unconscious. By the time the doctor arrived, the maid was already dead.
The Eighth Prince was so angry that he smashed the teacup on the spot, gave the master and madam a severe scolding, and took the young lady back to the capital.
While in the Prince's mansion, the young lady was strictly disciplined by the headmistress every day, learning etiquette. She would be slapped on the palm for even the slightest mistake. The most serious time, her hand was slapped so hard that it bled and she couldn't use chopsticks for several days.
In order to escape the Prince's mansion as soon as possible, the young lady endured humiliation and could only pretend to be obedient and well-behaved. After many tests, the Prince finally agreed to let her go home.
But when Miss returned to the Song family, she did not become more gentle and refined. Instead, she became even more irritable and angry with the servants, and she beat and scolded the maids and servants even more severely.
"Young Master, I will report your words to Miss." Caiwei didn't even pause before turning and leaving.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to glare fiercely at An Rong, who was standing to the side.
She cursed inwardly, thinking that An Rong was a hypocrite. She didn't know what the young lady saw in him, that he had actually hidden away at the young master's house. He was so spineless.
An Rong looked at Yuan Doudou, who had a worried expression, and recalled what Lu Chaoyang had just said.
If Song Lin'an wants to produce the antidote, the only option is to risk one's life.
Lu Chaoyang told him not to tell Dou Dou, so as not to worry her.
"Lord Lu wants to discuss with me what to have for lunch." He could only make up a reason.
"Huh?" Yuan Doudou stared in disbelief. It was a thunderstorm outside. Why was she called over so early in the morning just to decide what to have for lunch?
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