The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Shi Anxia pondered thoughtfully, Tang Chuwen was, after all, the biological son of her grandfather and step-grandmother. Such a big event of divorcing his wife and cheating on his sister should be informed in due time, otherwise it would make her, the granddaughter, look so ignorant.

In fact, she has always wanted to be a filial and considerate granddaughter.

Bei Hui understood what he meant, "Then how about talking about Master Xinghe?"

Shi Anxia smiled faintly and tapped the wooden doll's forehead with her finger. "You should be gentle in everything and don't be too irritating." She raised her eyes and said, "Just prepare a copy of all the recently published newspapers so that grandpa can learn more about the major events happening in Beijing."

Bei Hui was beaming with joy, "I will arrange it right away."

The newspaper had written a lot about Master Xinghe's glorious anecdotes, both the good and the bad. I guess Zhu's blood would rush to her forehead after reading it... Bei Hui smiled with her eyebrows bent and her eyes narrowed.

Hong Que bumped into her outside the house and asked in confusion, "Sister Bei Hui, what are you so happy about?"

Bei Hui raised her eyebrows, "Everything is going well, everything is going as I wish, and you still don't allow me to have some fun?"

Hong Que laughed, "Then I'm happy too!"

"What are you happy about?" Bei Hui teased her. Looking at the beautiful girl who was becoming more and more beautiful, he couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently pinch her cheek, leaving a red mark.

Hong Que took Bei Hui's hand and said in the same tone, "Everything is going well, everything is going well, and you won't let me enjoy it for a while?"

Bei Hui hugged the little girl Hong Que and patted her. Suddenly, she sighed, "Hong Que, I don't even dare to think about it. At this time last year, I was still worried about what to do with you being so pretty. At that time, Master Yunxing would always drag you to the woodshed. I was so scared."

Hong Que buried her face in Bei Hui's arms and said with great attachment, "Sister Bei Hui, and sisters Dong Xi, Xi Yue, and Nan Yan, you are all good, and you all protect Hong Que. And Madam, she also protects Hong Que... Hong Que is very grateful in her heart."

Bei Hui took a deep breath, "Okay, why am I saying all this? I'm just lamenting that things have changed so much in the past six months. I even feel that..." She hesitated for a moment, but still whispered, "Even our Beiyi seems to have changed."

The red magpie is not familiar with current affairs, so naturally it cannot feel how big the changes are.

But she had truly felt the decline of the Marquisate and its change of ownership.

After the change of ownership, the entire mansion became orderly. The relationship between the servants was no longer as flattering and bullying as before, with a lot of dirty deeds going on behind the scenes.

Even in a crowded place like Yunqi Academy, there were almost no cases of students bullying each other. Instead, the atmosphere of studying was one of trying to surpass each other and refusing to admit defeat.

Not long after, the former Protector of the Country, Tang Songlin, received a letter from the capital.

In fact, the place where he lived was not far from the capital, less than a hundred miles away from the city, but life in the countryside was really boring.

He received a letter from the capital and was happy for a rare moment, as he felt that someone was still thinking about him.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the handwriting of the granddaughter. And it was not a handwritten letter from the granddaughter, but a letter written in the granddaughter's tone.

Because he had carefully looked at his granddaughter's handwriting, and it looked messy and crooked, so he must have been done by a maid.

It's not important, just look at the content. After reading it, he was furious and threw the letter at the skinny Zhu, "Look at what your son has done! Divorcing his wife and selling his sister! How dare he do that!"

Zhu now spends the whole day lying in the yard basking in the sun, picking her nose and rubbing her feet without any manners. She sneered and retorted, "My son? You have no share?"

If Tang Songlin hadn't wanted to kill Zhu, he would have really pushed her into the river without anyone to talk to.

He looked at the old woman coldly, and thought of his late wife's gentle, kind, well-educated and beautiful appearance.

No comparison, no comparison at all.

He also sneered, "I only know that my son is like Tang Chuyu!"

"Well! Your son Tang Chuyu is doing very well. Wouldn't it be possible for him to inherit the title without your death? You are also the first in Beiyi. You have made great progress." Although Zhu's bones ached, she did not lose at all in the quarrel.

Who is afraid of whom now? They still think they are in the Protectorate Palace. One is barefoot, the other is wearing tattered shoes, neither is much more noble than the other.

After all, she is like this now and can't rely on anyone.

If the son wants to divorce his wife, then he can do it. Liang Yanzhi is not good either. She is infertile and hypocritical. She always threatens her with the incident in her early years.

Now that I've been divorced, I can no longer make waves.

It's just a pity for her little daughter. She will probably have to be tortured by her brother for the rest of her life. I don't know how she will live the rest of her life.

Under the glaring sunlight, Zhu gradually began to shed tears.

In a trance, she recalled her life in the torment of bone pain.

If I had married my childhood sweetheart, things would probably be different now.

Only after marrying Tang Songlin did I realize that this man is cold-hearted.

In her early years, she was unable to see things clearly and was only focused on securing her position as the mistress of the Duke of Huguo's Mansion.

Zhu thought again, if she had not embezzled the dowry that the late lady had given to Tang Chujun, and had not planned for Tang Chujun to marry Shi Chengxuan, perhaps the situation today would be different.

She closed her eyes gently, only to hear the sound of broken bones ringing in her ears.

It hurts! It hurts like a bone-piercing pain.

She opened her eyes, her vision blurred with tears, and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes.

She thought that if she were to live her life over again, she would never use things like "Broken Bone Incense" to harm others again.

She was in so much pain, let alone...

Tang Songlin didn't notice that Zhu was dying of pain. He just felt that they were no longer on the same page and didn't want to say anything. But after reading the newspaper for a while, he couldn't help but say, "My grandson Tang Xinghe has made great progress..."

He read the newspaper to Zhu, feeling a little proud, and couldn't help but laugh and scold, "This naughty monkey!"

But after I finished scolding, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

He never cared about this grandson from beginning to end.

Because it was the blood of his late wife, he felt that at least a small half of it was the blood of the Shang Jia Ming family.

He has never held this eldest grandson in his arms!

When he wanted to hug him now, the eldest grandson had already soared into the sky like an eagle, while he, the grandfather, had already fallen into the mud.

The old couple kept arguing with each other and ended up reading the entire article written by a man named "Mr. Chu Sheng".

Zhu was so jealous that even Tang Xinghe had become so successful. Not only did her bones ache, but blood rushed to her forehead, and a mouthful of fishy-sweet food blocked her throat.

Tang Songlin said, "This 'Mr. Chu Sheng' has great writing skills, it's like he lives in the Protectorate Mansion and watched the stars grow up."

Zhu deliberately poked his heart, "Maybe it was written by your good grandson Shi Yunqi."

Tang Songlin shook his head seriously, "Impossible. The writing styles are different. Serious students don't use words like this. If you say it was written by my daughter Chu Jun, I will believe it, but it can't be my good grandson."

Zhu didn't take it seriously. She closed her eyes and laughed miserably. A mouthful of blood welled up from her throat and flowed out from the corner of her mouth. "You think you know how to use words? You only have so little knowledge! Your daughter is also stupid. How can she write an article..."