Seeing his mother so anxious, Kaiyang felt guilty. He took out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears, then walked to Wei Junpei and his wife and knelt down.
Seeing his grandson like this, Wei Junpei felt a chill in his heart. His grandson was so determined, was it too cruel of him to keep him by his side?
"Grandfather, grandfather, father, mother, Kaiyang was wrong. I shouldn't have been so selfish and willful. I've made you worry." Kaiyang said, bowing down and kowtowing.
He looked up at Hua Shi again and said, "Mother, please don't cry. Your son knows he was wrong and will not do it again."
"What is this?" Upon hearing this, the Wei family members looked up at Hong Xiaoduo, who was peering through the car window. Seeing her nod and smile, they immediately understood.
"Alright, alright, I won't cry anymore. Get up quickly, my son." Madam Hua was overjoyed and quickly helped her son up.
"Uncle, I won't come down. It wasn't easy to find our grandson, so it's right to love him, but we can't spoil him in everything. If he does something wrong, he should still be punished."
"If you continue to be arrogant and persistent in taking action, when I come to the capital in the future, if he has gone astray, I won't mind personally dealing with him." After Hong Xiaoduo finished speaking, she raised her fist at Kaiyang.
"Don't worry, Mom, I'll definitely grow up straight and won't grow crooked," Kaiyang assured her in a clear voice.
"You're quite clever, Uncle Wei, Aunt Wei, farewell everyone." Hong Xiaoduo said, cupping her fists in greeting to the Wei family of five outside the mansion gate.
After saying that, she lowered the car curtain: "Uncle Tong, let's go." She was even more decisive and efficient.
The five members of the Wei family watched the carriage grow farther and farther away until it disappeared from sight before taking Kaiyang's hand and walking into the mansion. This time, they all felt at ease.
The guards at the city gate watched as the carriage that had just entered the Wei residence came out again. They were curious, but only in their hearts. They didn't dare to go up and question what the carriage had been doing all morning.
Inside the carriage, Hong Xiaoduo lifted the curtain and looked back at the city gate that was getting further and further away. Finally, they were leaving this place.
She was certain that Kaiyang was going home, so there was nothing to worry about.
As for how the Wei family deals with that fake Tong'er, that's none of her business.
What happens to Minister Gu's family, who brought this upon themselves, is none of her business!
She wondered how the owner of the fingernails in the bamboo-wrapped paper package in the cold palace of the capital was doing. According to Lord Wei, the fact that the emperor on the throne hadn't appointed an empress for several years indicated that his relationship with that woman was unusual.
However, she probably has no way of knowing the specific details, the process, or what happened afterward.
The infighting within the royal family and their public pronouncements are not necessarily the truth.
This place of trouble is indeed not a place to come to. I haven't fought with anyone here, but the trouble has never stopped for a single day.
Gu Baolin, the sixth son of the Gu family, was extremely annoyed by the sharp pain in his ribs and chest that came out with every breath. "Have you forgotten how violently you kicked me?" he thought.
Hong Xiaoduo, who was in the carriage, felt relieved once she thought she could no longer see the city gate.
Until evening, when we stopped at the post station to stay overnight.
If Kaiyang hadn't caused a delay in the morning, we would have been staying overnight in the town by now.
Hong Xiaoduo, who was having dinner at the post station, saw that the master and servants looked exhausted. After eating some food, they hurriedly mounted their horses and left.
"What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?" asked someone resting nearby, curious.
Hearing this, the guests at another table glanced at him and said, "Haven't you heard? The most good-for-nothing youngest son of the Prime Minister Dong in the capital got into trouble. He was drinking at a music hall and took a fancy to a dancer who only performed but didn't sell her body. When she refused, he tried to force himself on her, and as a result, she died."
The man who just arrived was Dong Xiang's fourth son, the prefect of Minzhou. He must have received the news and rushed over.
“Ah, the youngest son of Prime Minister Dong, I have heard of him. He was sent away by Prime Minister Dong a few years ago because he caused trouble. I heard that someone saw him in a remote town and said that he was working as a secretary there,” another said.
"This time, no matter how powerful Prime Minister Dong is, he probably won't be able to protect this scoundrel of a son," someone said gloatingly.
With a snap, the group turned to look and saw the pretty young woman lost in thought, with one chopstick in her hand and another on the table.
His surname is Dong, and he works as a private secretary in a remote town.
Hong Xiaoduo, who was originally very interested in listening to gossip, had only one thought in her mind after hearing these keywords: No way.
Among the people she knew was a man surnamed Dong who worked as a clerk in the remote town of Mopan. Moreover, she vaguely remembered that Brother Dong had mentioned that he was the youngest child in his family…
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