Chapter 100: There is no good person in the Eight Princes' Mansion

Chapter 100: There is no good person in the Eight Princes' Mansion

When Shuang'er went to get breakfast with her red eyes, all the people in the house looked at him with sympathy and mocking eyes, which made Shuang'er feel depressed for a while, wishing to take her young master back to Qiao's mansion immediately.

But Shuang'er also knew that her stubborn son would never leave even if she died.

Shuang'er angrily took the breakfast back, and seeing that the young master had already got up, she hurriedly restrained her emotions, and walked up naturally.

Qiao Yun raised her eyes and glanced at Shuang'er, pursed her lips and thought about it, but she couldn't make a sound.

"Where are the things brought from Qiao's mansion?"

"The Eighth Prince's daughter ordered the housekeeper to put all the dowry brought by the young master in the side hall yesterday. What does the young master want to use? Shuang'er will go and find it for you..."

Shuang'er put down the comb in her hand, looked at Qiao Yun in the mirror and asked.

Qiao Yun picked up the comb by himself and combed his hair, once and for all, very gently.

The cinnabar on the forehead was dazzlingly red, but it also made that little face even more charming.

"Go find two young men and move all the medicinal materials I brought to the outer room."

"Yes."

Shuang'er took the order and retreated. Qiao Yun tidied it up by herself, and carefully prepared the medicine with the boxes of medicinal materials.

"My lord, you haven't eaten yet!"

Shuang'er looked puzzled at Qiao Yun who was about to go out with the medicinal materials and shouted.

Qiao Yun paused, without turning back, said: "I'll go make soup for my wife first, and I'll use it when I come back."

"Young master..."

Shuang'er yelled angrily, but didn't dare to say any more.

Young master is always so stupid, people treat you like this, you still think about her everywhere.

At this time, Qiao Yun just wanted to get rid of the poison in Nan Jun's body quickly, and didn't want to miss her condition.

Shuang'er, who was standing outside the small kitchen, just watched her young master busy in front of the small stove with his sleeves rolled up. These days, the Eighth Prince's daughter's soup was boiled by the young master himself, never using human hands.

Shuang'er couldn't figure it out, why didn't she know how to cherish someone as good as her son, the Eighth Prince?

Before Nan Jun woke up, he felt those two gazes on him.

"What are you guys doing in front of my king's bed so early?"

Nan Jun raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, then slowly got up and said.

"Master, shouldn't this subordinate ask you this?"

An Yu waited for Nan Jun complaining slightly, as if Nan Jun bullied her.

"Ask me? What do you mean?"

Nan Jun got up, opened her arms and let Anfeng change her clothes. After all, the clothes were cumbersome, and she really couldn't put them on herself.

Anfeng squatted down, handed the boots to Nan Yu, and said seriously: "Master was seriously ill, and I can't remember many things, but I shouldn't forget that last night was your wedding night."

"Does this have something to do with the resentment between the two of you?"

Nan Jun was puzzled, the two sisters looked displeased early in the morning.

"Master, Mr. Qiao is already the lord of the Eighth Prince's Mansion, you shouldn't have left him alone on your wedding night!"

An Yu is an impatient person, and he can't keep his words in his stomach, so he simply doesn't try to play tricks with Nan Jun anymore.

Nan Jun was wearing boots, blinked his eyes, and said, "I haven't figured out how to face him yet."

"Master, you are hitting Wang Jun in the face!"

Needless to say, at this moment, the entire palace probably knows that Wang Jun is not favored.

Nan Jun froze, his expression changed slightly.

She really didn't think about that, she just thought about how to keep his innocence.

"Tell the housekeeper, as long as Wang Jun is still in the Eight Princes' Mansion, he will always be the master of the mansion, but anyone who violates the above will be kicked out of the mansion."

"Yes."

An Yu took the order, so he was somewhat satisfied with his master's actions.

The master doesn't remember, but they are clear that Mr. Qiao has always been the most important person in the master's heart, and they don't want the master to regret it when he thinks about it in the future.

An Yu, who had just turned out of the corner door, collided with the unwilling Shuang'er. Fortunately, Shuang'er reacted quickly, so the food box in her hand did not fall to the ground.

This is the soup they cooked themselves, if it is spilled, the young master will be very sad!

"Which thing without eyes hit my aunt? Does it walk without eyes?"

An Yu reprimanded without raising her head, and she still planned to talk to the housekeeper, the servants in this mansion should also beat and beat, and dare to be presumptuous in the master's yard.

"You don't have eyes!"

Shuang'er hugged the food box in her arms tightly, and cursed at An Yu with her puffy face.

"You..."

An Yu raised his hands and prepared to slap that fierce mouth. When he saw someone coming, he slowly tightened his raised palms, and the anger on his face instantly disappeared without a trace.

"Shuang'er? Why are you here?"

An Yu seemed to have forgotten, and asked with a smile as if he had scolded someone just now.

"Hmph..." Shuang'er's eyes turned red, she turned her face away.

Everyone in the Eighth Prince's Mansion bullied their masters and servants. The Eighth Prince's daughter vomited blood from the son's injuries on her wedding night, and her maid even scolded herself for not being long-sighted...

Thinking of this, Shuang'er couldn't hold back her tears anymore, and rolled down them in big ones.

This frightened An Yu, the little guy was biting his lip and weeping, which made An Yu panicked and didn't know where to put it.

"Why are you crying so well? Ouch! I just... I didn't know it was you just now. If I knew, even if you killed me, I would never make a sound. Good Shuang'er, don't cry anymore, it's all mine wrong…"

They can be regarded as friendship since childhood, Shuang'er was young, Anfeng and Anyu let him in since childhood, now seeing him crying like pear blossoms with rain, Anyu was so anxious that he didn't know how to coax him.

Shuang'er raised her hand to wipe away her tears, stared at An Yu with her red eyes, bit her lip, and looked as if she had been greatly wronged.

"Good Shuang'er, don't be angry, if not, I'll let you hit me a few times!"

As An Yu spoke, she went to grab Shuang'er's hand and hit herself.

How could Shuang'er really hit her, but An Yu's attitude calmed down Shuang'er's anger.

Shuang'er twitched and glanced at An Yu, pulled her arm back, and said with a flat mouth, "I dare not hit you, the Eighth Prince's daughter spoils you so much, if I touch you, she will take her anger on you again." My son, isn’t our son too pitiful? There is not a single good person in your Eighth Prince’s residence!"

Thinking of the grievances her young master suffered last night, Shuang'er felt uncomfortable for a while.

Only then did An Yu realize that she was so angry with Shuang'er because the master didn't spend the night in the new house last night!

"Shuang'er, you can't blame the master for this matter. Last time she fell off the cliff, here...it's not good, and many people don't remember..." An Yu pointed to her head, and explained to Shuang'er flatteringly .

"Then she...she shouldn't have hurt the young master..."

Shuang'er suddenly stopped, bit her lip and didn't say any more, the young master didn't allow him to mention this matter with anyone, he was afraid that speaking out would offend the young master.