Bang!

A loud slap suddenly hit Aunt Wang's face. Before everyone could respond, Chu Junlan grabbed her hair and forced her to get closer to her.

"Ah! You, you, a slut who has a mother but a mother, dare you hit me!"

Bang!

Another slap, this time it was harder than just now.

"Wang Yuqing." Chu Junlan smiled with his eyebrows, but his voice was as cold as ice. "Do you think I forgot everything?"

Aunt Wang opened her eyes wide in horror on the spot, trembling all over her body and unable to speak.

She remembers! She really remembers!

Chu Junlan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you. My mother's death, my elder brother's eyes, and the year I have been lying down, let's settle the accounts between us slowly."

He shook his hand and let go of Aunt Wang, turning to Aunt Sun who was holding her clothes tightly: "Aunt Sun is the same." He leaned close to her ear and lowered his voice: "I will remember the account this time."

Aunt Sun's face was pale and she barely stood firm.

Aunt Wang's hair was scattered and she fell to the ground in dismay.

"Auntie!" Chu Mengying shouted and hurriedly went to support her.

The butler Ma Yan cried and turned his back, and then he woke up. "Report to the government, you must report to the government!" He glared at Chu Junlan viciously, "I have harmed my son, I want her to pay her life!"

"Okay." Chu Junlan smiled, "I also want to talk to Master Qingtian about what I saw behind the rockery in the small garden one evening, and the incident where Ma Changming and Zhilan suddenly came to my boudoir to set fire!"

When Ma Yan heard the phrase "behind the rockery in the small garden", his throat seemed to be blocked.

Ma Xuewen said unbelievably: "Impossible, Changming cannot set fire!"

Chu Junlan certainly knew that Ma Changming was not the arsonist.

Ma Changming is a confidant of Aunt Wang. He respectfully promised that the betrothal gifts sent by the Prince's Mansion are now controlled by Aunt Wang, who was in charge of the presidency. If she is burned to death and the Chu family cannot hand over the bride, he will have to break the engagement and return the betrothal gift. How can Aunt Wang bear the money in her own hands?

This matter must be a trick made by Aunt Sun to burn her to death and ask Aunt Wang to take out the silver!

But Chu Junlan insisted on saying this!

Zi Yan hurriedly said, "Yes, the lady was already waking up at that time. I was about to go out and tell the master that I met Ma Changming and Zhilan as soon as I went out. Because they were both from home, I had no doubts. Unexpectedly, I caught a fire when I walked out of the room!"

Chu Huating walked to Chu Junlan with Baole's hand, pulled his sister behind him to protect him. His pair of unscrupulous eyes looked ahead, but he happened to stare at Aunt Wang, making Aunt Wang tremble all over.

"It's obvious that one of Ma Changming and Zhilan must have set fire, or the two of them conspired! If my mother hadn't woken up Lanlan with a dream, she would have died! Report to the government, it happened that I would have to carefully check who was conspiring to murder the only legitimate daughter of the Chu family, and the future Prince Concubine of the Congratulations!"

"Impossible! It's absolutely impossible to be arson for Changming!" Ma Yan roared.

Aunt Sun also said: "Zhilan, a second-class maid, has no grudges with the third lady, so where is there any reason to set fire?"

Chu Huating sneered: "If you say no, then you are not? You want to push their two deaths on Lanlan. Even if Lanlan agrees, I will not agree! I still know where the yamen is opened. Let's go to court and speak with the facts!"

"No!" Aunt Wang screamed, never giving Chu Junlan the chance to say that!

Everyone looked over in confusion.

Aunt Wang realized her incompetence and said, "If you make a big deal, go to the yamen, don't you be afraid of embarrassing people? Our third girl is so big. Today is a wedding day. You are not afraid of going to gossip and affecting the master's career."

"That's right." At this time, Chu Cailiang and Chu Caijun came side by side.

Chu Cailiang was nine out of thirty years old, wearing a new blue sky-sleeved Taoist robe, a square scarf, and a handsome appearance, showing off his style as a Confucian scholar. However, he, a member of the Ministry of Works, has not been promoted for many years. He cares about reputation the most, and wants to sharpen his head the most.

"It's enough to be extinguished, why bother! Today is the day for the third girl to have a happy day, and you are not afraid of bad luck!" After glanced at the half-burned corpse on the ground, Chu Cailiang covered his face with his sleeves, "Don't lift it down yet! Tell the girls and the young masters to watch it, and you are not afraid of collision!" He said to Ma Yan again, "This accident is really not what you and I want. Don't worry, I will definitely compensate the Ma family well. And that girl will give her family an extra twenty taels of silver as compensation."

Ma Yan looked at Aunt Wang and carefully savored what had happened just now. He was afraid that something else would be involved in court, so he nodded and said sadly: "Thank you, Master."

Chu Cailiang turned around and saw Chu Junlan who had returned to normal, and said kindly: "Sister Lan is so big?"

Chu Junlan smiled, lowered her head to cover her expression, and bowed respectfully: "Father, my daughter has recovered. I have been worried about my father for so long. My daughter is really ashamed of her father."

Chu Cailiang wanted to marry her to a fool to exchange for a betrothal gift. Now that she is very good, she wants to use her to seek more, and her attitude towards her is naturally gentle. Since he wants to play with his father, his son is filial, she will play with him.

After stroking his short beard, Chu Cailiang nodded with satisfaction, "It seems that it's really great."

"Father." Before Chu Junlan could speak, Chu Mengying walked closer and bowed her knees and bowed her lips. Chu Chu said pitifully: "Father, please find a doctor to show the third sister. Although the third sister has recovered from the slag of wood, she is a little crazy and has just beaten her aunt."

When Chu Cailiang heard this, his face immediately darkened.

Chu Mengying lowered her head, looked at Chu Junlan on the side from the corner of her eyes, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

Chu Junlan was fearless, "Does the father think his daughter looks crazy? If it really looks like him, it would be better to postpone the wedding date, so as not to cause trouble for his father when he arrives at the Prince of Gongding's Mansion."

Aunt Wang, Aunt Sun, and Aunt Su all changed their faces. Unexpectedly, Chu Junlan understood as soon as he woke up and spoke. She perfectly grasped Chu Cailiang's mentality of wanting to take advantage of her high-marriage.

"What crazy? Erya, why don't you hope your sister will be happy? As a sister, you must learn to be friendly with your sisters! You have to teach you so much for your father, have you forgotten?"

Chu Mengying's face turned pale and she hurriedly saluted, "Yes, my daughter also cares about her third sister, and her daughter will never do it again."

Chu Cailiang snorted and said, "Everyone should clean up quickly. Today is the day when the third girl gets married, so you must not delay it."

"Yes." Aunt Wang nodded and responded, then ordered Butler Ma to go and arrange the program.

Just now, the woman guarding the Chuihuamen suddenly trotted and replied panting: "Master, Master Huici from Daci Temple came to the door in person, and was serving tea in the front hall!"

"What! Are you talking about National Master Huici?"

“That’s right!”

Chu Cailiang's face turned red. Daci Temple has a history of more than 200 years. National Master Huici is 80 years old. Even the late emperor and the king of the king had to give in to him. This person who was willing to enter the Chu family was like a ancestral tomb.

"Hurry, come, come with me, go to the front hall to pay homage to the master!" Chu Cailiang walked out quickly, and the rest of the people were suffixed in a string on his back like rice dumplings.

Chu Huating couldn't see it, and was listening with his ears on his face. Chu Junlan held his hand, "Brother, we won't go anymore, I'll show you the pulse."

"Look at the pulse? When did you know medical skills?" Chu Huating chuckled, thinking that Chu Junlan had just said a childish stubborn thing.
Chapter completed!