You cause trouble and I collect your body, the little emperor’s aunt abuses the scumbag again

The old lady hurried over slowly. When she heard Zuo Xingchang's words, she secretly thought, if this does not prove that the list is fake, their Shangshu Mansion will become famous.

"It's easy. Just check the official records."

"The filings have long since disappeared. There was a fire in the warehouse a few years ago, and all the previous filings were destroyed."

The fire was so good that she even ate half a bowl of rice for it.

"Then let's check the handwriting. There must be my mother's handwriting in the house, right?"

"Yicheng and Xiaoran had a very good relationship. He was very sad after Xiaoran passed away. He was afraid that he would miss others after seeing things, so he burned everything about Xiaoran."

The old lady replied without thinking.

"Haha, the relationship between father and mother is really good. First, they have a daughter who is older than me. My mother married a new wife less than two years after her death. This relationship is really admirable."

"You... Hua'er, the deceased is gone, but the living must continue to live. The huge Shangshu Mansion also needs someone to take care of it. You can't let the Shangshu Mansion continue to be decadent just because your mother is gone, right?"

"Hua'er, it's Aunt Rou's fault. Aunt Rou shouldn't have been able to help herself."

Yang Wanrou cried aggrievedly. The old lady looked at her pitiful appearance and sighed: "You didn't mean to do it. It was because I saw that you were generous and well-mannered that I made you my wife."

"But Hua'er, a hundred sets of dowry is already pretty good. Regardless of whether Xiaoran had a dowry before or how much the dowry is, grandma will never treat you badly."

The old lady said earnestly, and she winked at Sheng Yuhua, signaling her to stop there.

But Sheng Yuhua didn't care what she thought. She looked at the old lady with a puzzled face: "Grandma, are all my mother's things gone?"

"Then my father really cares about her enough. He doesn't leave anything behind."

The old lady was extremely embarrassed, but if she didn’t want to bleed badly, she could only hold on:

"Grandma is also afraid that your father will be sad."

"That's unfortunate. I have a book with my mother's handwriting on it. By the way, I remember that there is also my mother's handwriting outside, right?"

Her mother had a best friend in the capital back then. She remembered it clearly. When her mother woke up, she even went to look for her.

"You...are you serious?"

The old lady stared at Sheng Yuhua, looking at the face that looked exactly like Yu Xiaoran, her eyes were complicated and difficult to distinguish.

When did this damn girl become so thoughtful and flawless in everything she did?

"Qiu Shuang, go get the Book of Songs under my pillow."

Under the pillow, the Book of Songs... everyone was ashamed.

"Well, my mother didn't leave me many things. I always have to miss her a little bit. I put the books my mother gave me under my pillow. Sometimes I feel like my mother is by my side."

You feel quite strange. Mr. Zuo smiled and ordered:

"Now that we have the handwriting, let Mr. Liu Ge come over."

Mr. Liu Ge was the former emperor's master. With his appraisal, no one dared to refute.

Yang Wanrou was so anxious that she broke into a cold sweat. If this was true, not only would they have to make up for it, but the Shangshu Mansion would also lose face.

She quietly came to the old lady and whispered: "Mom, what do you think we should do now?"

The old lady was also anxiously rolling her eyes. Sheng Yicheng hadn't come back yet, and the two women couldn't stop Mr. Zuo from verifying it. unless……

She suddenly closed her eyes and fell straight backwards.

Yang Wanrou quickly supported her and prevented her from having close contact with the earth. She shouted in horror: "Mother, mother, what's wrong with you?"