It seems that he is going to report to the emperor. Seeing this, Murong Yun was slightly relieved. She knew that her uncle would definitely meet her.
But at the top of the steps where Murong Yun couldn't see, beside the carved white jade stone railing, the empress in luxurious phoenix robes and her daughter, Princess Murong You came together.
Originally, today she took her daughter to cook some home-cooked dishes to please the Emperor.
Zhao Da stopped talking and didn't reply.
He is not stupid enough and he knows that some things should not be said carelessly.
The daughter of the Marquis gave them money and asked them to go to the Capital to ruin Jiang Ning's reputation. They couldn't talk about it, otherwise they wouldn't be able to get the money.
In the small garden at the door, the girl's sobs could be heard constantly, one after another, crying so hard that her throat was hoarse, and the crying was more like venting her emotions.
Lu Xue squatted in front of her daughter and stroked the top of her head distressedly.
"Xie'er, stop crying. Mom's heart is almost broken. You are trying to kill mommy."
Baili Shuangxue didn't know the reason, so she just scolded the person severely.
Murong Yun's feet trembled. She had prepared the pregnancy pill...but her original intention was to save the mother and child.
Instead, not what it looks like now.
Jiang Mengyue left.
There was no sound in the house for a long time.
Zhao Da looked at a bag of silver ingots and swallowed, "Mom, do we really have to follow her instructions?"
When Murong Yun came, what she saw was Li Jiang looking at Baili Shuangxue and nodding with satisfaction. It was like an old mother looking at her daughter-in-law... a sense of déjà vu.
"Madam, Miss Baili, the County princess is here."
The steward just opened the door for Murong Yun. As a man, he was not allowed to enter.
Zhaojia Village.
Mrs. Zhao quickly packed her bags, her face was filled with joy and a smile.
Six-year-old son Zhao Xiaoshun, who still had runny nose, looked at his mother, "Mom, where are we going? Why are we packing our things?"
