The real daughter's life was stolen, and she was reborn and became the best in the capital

Ming Yuandu and Ming Jingheng, father and son, hurried to Princess Fuhua's courtyard.

The servants stood outside according to their status.

Although there were many people, there was no sign of disorder at all. Everyone was in a polite and orderly manner.

Cuiwei was also standing outside. When she saw Mingyuandu and his son coming over, she hurried over to greet them: "My Lord, Prince."

She greeted them both.

Ming Yuandu nodded and wanted to look inside, but the person was not in the main hall. He was probably in the side hall. He could not see anyone and did not know what the situation was. Ming Yuandu could only lower his voice and ask Cuiwei: "Is mother in there?"

Cuiwei nodded and whispered back, "You two should go in quickly."

"What exactly happened? What did Zhou and Yanyan say to make mother so angry?" Luo Zhong didn't explain it clearly just now, but when he saw Cuiwei, Ming Yuandu couldn't help but ask this.

I will be able to respond to my mother when I face her later.

Cuiwei was about to speak when Aunt Cheng came out from inside the house.

"My Lord, Prince, the princess lets you in." Aunt Cheng said as she greeted the two of them.

Seeing her, Ming Yuandu didn't know what to ask for a moment. He could only quickly gather his clothes, pursed his lips in silence and went in.

Ming Jingheng also followed behind.

Before they entered the side hall, Aunt Cheng said to the two of them in a low voice, "The eldest princess is very angry today. Please go along with her today and don't make her angry again."

Over the years, such reminders are rare.

Ming Yuandu's heart tightened again, and he became even more nervous about the unknown situation.

Aunt Cheng stepped forward and lifted the curtain.

The father and son walked in silently with their heads lowered. As soon as they entered, they saw the figures of Zhou Zhaoru and his servant kneeling on the ground.

Jingyue knelt on the ground with a pale face.

Zhou Zhaoru looked distraught and didn't even notice that her husband and eldest son had arrived.

Ming Yuandu glanced at Zhou Zhaoru with a serious look, pursed his lips and said nothing, and continued to look forward.

Yanyan was sitting with her mother on the upper bed.

Compared with the helplessness on Yanyan's face, her mother's expression could be described as extremely ugly.

Even when his mother knew that he had someone he loved, her face didn't look so grim. He felt even gloomier in his heart. He didn't have time to say anything and hurried in to pay his respects to the old woman.

"Mother."

Ming Jingheng followed in and greeted the old lady respectfully, "Grandma."

He looked worried.

Unexpectedly, the eldest grandson also came along. Princess Fuhua frowned slightly, but soon said in a deep voice: "You came at the right time."

After she asked them to stand up, she did not let them sit down, but made them stand.

Naturally, the two of them didn't dare to say anything.

After Mingyuan got up, he asked Princess Fuhua: "What did Zhou do to make you so angry? Tell your son and he will deal with her properly."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhou Zhaoru again.

Seeing that she was still in a state of dismay, where was her usual arrogance? Ming Yuandu was half confused and half nervous.

He had no idea what had happened to cause his mother and Zhou to become like this.

When Princess Fuhua heard this, her expression became even uglier. She said in a deep voice, "What did she do? She has done so many things!"

The hand that was trembling slightly due to anger was held by the girl beside her. Knowing that Yanyan was worried about her health, Princess Fuhua took a deep breath. After her breath gradually calmed down, she held Mingjin's hand tightly and continued to say to Mingyuandu: "There are some things I don't want to tell her directly. We are mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. It would be wrong to say more or less."

"Besides, she was wrong about those things, and you were wrong too."

"I'd rather talk about you than her."

"If you could keep your composure and control the situation, Yanyan wouldn't have been so wronged."

When Ming Yuandu heard this, he knew that his mother was talking about Yanyan and Yaoyao's identities. He looked embarrassed and awkward, and the regret in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

Don't dare to look up.

I dare not even utter a single word of rebuttal to this.

He lowered his head and listened to his mother's teachings.

After his mother finished scolding him, he said, "What mother is scolding me for is that I didn't handle this matter well."

But from what his mother said, it didn't seem like the attack was caused by this incident. Ming Yuandu couldn't help but ask, "What else did Zhou do?"

Princess Fuhua sneered: "What did she do? You might as well ask her in person."

Ming Yuandu replied softly, "Yes."

He really turned around and asked Zhou Zhaoru in a deep voice: "What on earth did you do!"

Zhou Zhaoru's eyelashes trembled at the question, which was not filled with any concealment of his suppressed anger, and he finally came back to his senses.

She raised her head following the voice and saw Ming Yuandu's gloomy face and his eldest son's worried face.

"My Lord, Heng'er..." she almost whispered.

Ming Yuandu said nothing and continued to look at her with a sullen face.

Ming Jingheng asked anxiously, "Mother, what did you do?"

When Zhou Zhaoru heard this, his eyes flashed again.

She couldn't help but look forward. When she saw the girl's pretty face facing her, Zhou Zhaoru's body trembled slightly and her red lips opened slightly, but she couldn't utter a word.

She lowered her head again.

It was the first time that Ming Yuandu saw her escaping like this.

He had hoped countless times in the past that Zhou would be more obedient, but to no avail. But now seeing her like this, his heart sank even more.

If nothing major had happened, why would Zhou be so obedient?

"Zhou!"

He was about to ask more, but his mother's impatient voice came from above: "Alright, I think she knows she is too embarrassed to talk about this, so she can't say a word."

"You tell me."

Princess Fuhua instructed Aunt Cheng beside her.

Aunt Cheng responded softly, saying "yes", and then she told Ming Yuandu and his son, "Today I went to deliver something to the young lady, and the lady was there too. I don't know what the lady said to the young lady before, I only had time to hear one sentence."

"What?" Ming Yuandu asked nervously.

Although Ming Jingheng didn't say anything, his eyes were looking at Aunt Cheng nervously.

Aunt Cheng first looked at the girl beside her with pity, then looked forward.

Her eyes fell on Zhou Zhaoru, and she could clearly feel her flinch.

Aunt Cheng sighed in her heart and was very disappointed with Zhou Zhaoru. She said in a deep voice: "The girl asked Madam, if you had known that I had this temper, you would rather die outside, right?"

Both Ming's father and son turned pale.

Ming Yuandu asked with trembling lips, "What did Zhou say?"

Aunt Cheng's eyes darkened slightly: "Madam said yes."

"you--"

Ming Yuandu turned his head suddenly, staring at Zhou Zhaoru in disbelief.

After taking a deep breath, he still couldn't control his temper and raised his hand, but finally gritted his teeth and put it down heavily.

Zhou Zhaoru seemed to be awakened by these words and refuted incoherently: "I was so angry at that time. I didn't think like that. I just... I was just too angry."

No one paid any attention to him.

Ming Jingheng looked at Yanyan who was sitting silently, and then looked at his mother who was kneeling beside him.

No matter how filial he was, Ming Jingheng couldn't say a word for his mother at this moment.

He looked at Zhou Zhaoru, tears in his eyes, and his gaze was full of regret: "Mother, how could you say such a thing."

"I think you are really crazy! Zhou Zhaoru, what are you thinking about? That is your biological daughter, you, you--" Ming Yuandu was so angry that he couldn't even speak clearly.

The finger pointed at Zhou Zhaoru, trembling continuously.

Her husband and eldest son both stood against her and scolded her.

Above her, her mother-in-law and daughter were standing high above her, one looking at her coldly, while the other didn't even look at her.

Zhou Zhaoru seemed to be really crazy, or perhaps he was so angry that he lost his mind.

She also shouted: "Then why don't you ask her how she treated me? Did you see the way she looked at me before? So cold, as if I was her enemy! Is there a daughter like that? I was hurt by her eyes, so I said that!"

"If she had been nice to me, like before, I wouldn't have said that!"

"Shut up!"

Not to mention Princess Fuhua, even Ming Yuandu couldn't stand listening to these words. His eyes widened and he angrily scolded Zhou Zhaoru.

Ming Jingheng's eyes were also filled with sadness, and he felt that his mother was almost so strange that he didn't recognize her anymore.

He stopped looking at his mother and looked ahead.

Go see Yanyan.

But Yanyan was sitting there, her mind and eyes filled with only her grandmother, and she had no time or intention to care about the chaos here.

"I think you are really crazy to say such a thing!"

Ming Yuandu was really pissed off by Zhou Zhaoru. He raised his hands high, but could only hold them down. He was so angry that his whole body was shaking.

"Okay, okay, then tell me why Yanyan treats you like this? Why does she look at you like an enemy for no reason?"

Princess Fuhua didn't expect that her daughter-in-law not only refused to change her ways, but also wanted to get involved with Yanyan.

She was so angry that she slammed the table. After quieting down everyone, she continued to ask Zhou Zhaoru with a sullen face: "Speak!"

"I'm giving you a chance now, so that you won't feel wronged later and think that I wronged you."

She also wanted to know what happened.

Zhou refused to say it before, and Yanyan didn't want to say it either.

She wanted to give up, but she didn't expect Zhou Zhaoru to have the nerve to say bad things about Yanyan. How could she tolerate this?

But Zhou Zhaoru closed his mouth again, and his face became even paler than before.

As if he had lost his soul, he knelt there with his head lowered, his whole body trembling slightly, and remained silent.

Seeing her like this, how could Princess Fuhua not know? She sneered with a gloomy face: "Why, you don't have the face to say it?"

"You tell me!"

Her eyes fell on Jingyue beside Zhou Zhaoru again.

"What on earth did your master do?"

But how could Jingyue dare to say it? As a servant, she would not be popular with either party if she said it or not. Jingyue was so scared that she shivered slightly and her face turned even paler.

She prostrated herself on the ground, trembling all over, her teeth chattering, and she didn't dare to say another word.

But since Princess Fuhua had spoken, she never thought of giving up.

In order to avoid confusion and let Yanyan take the blame, which would be bad for her reputation if it got out, she said to Jingyue with a sullen face: "If you don't tell me, leave the house tomorrow. We don't need you in the house anymore."

When Jingyue heard this, her face immediately turned pale and she raised her head.

"The eldest princess..."

She looked at Princess Fuhua with a pale face.

When she saw the eldest princess's majestic face, she opened her mouth and closed it again, and finally could only look at Mingjin with hope.

Mingjin ignored her.

Things have come to this point, and it makes no difference whether I say it or not.

She originally didn't want to waste any more words, she was just afraid that her grandmother would be angry if she knew, but now her grandmother was so angry... Mingjin felt even more annoyed with Zhou Zhaoru.

If it weren't for her, nothing would have happened.

She really didn't want her grandmother to be in a bad mood or in poor health because of her.