When Awen left the palace, she looked at the sun above her head and suddenly smiled.

Isn’t life like this, ups and downs, sweet and bitter.

If she really becomes the emperor's concubine out of anger, her life will really be over.

As for men, if you don’t have them, you can still find them.

When Liang Jiahua heard that Awen had entered the palace, he hurriedly took leave and waited at the gate of the imperial city. Seeing that Awen came out intact, he felt relieved.

"Let's go home."

Awen narrowed her eyes with a smile and nodded.

After a period of time, Awen stayed at the farm.

I don’t know who told the Duan family’s parents that this village belonged to Duan Jiahong. That day, when she was explaining it to the agricultural officer, Lin and Duan Qingcheng walked up to Awen with a look on their faces like they were the masters of this place.

The two families are no longer relatives, the marriage certificate has been withdrawn, and Awen is no longer her daughter-in-law, so Mrs. Lin's face doesn't look very good either.

"Your Majesty gave this to my son?"

Awen nodded: "Yes, I harvested this piece of grain and moved it away."

"Since Zhuangzi belongs to my son, the food naturally also belongs to my son. Why do you move away?"

Awen just looked at Mrs. Lin steadily, and then at Duan Qingcheng behind him. They were no longer the considerate Mother Lin and Father Duan in Qinghe County.

"Master Zhao, if you don't find it troublesome, I recommend you to go to my uncle. My uncle planted this."

The middle-aged man in simple clothes nodded towards Awen and smiled: "No trouble, no trouble, this is a good thing for the country and the people. I will set off for Shangyang County right now."

Nan Fang, who was following Awen, had already glared at Mrs. Lin angrily, and Awen quickly asked her to give Mr. Zhao a send.

"Aunt Lin, you have just come to the capital and are short of money. I understand this. However, I worked so hard for people to grow the food in this land. Why should I give it to you? Because this land belongs to your son.

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After the farmer officer left, Awen's face turned cold. She could ask for Zhuangzi, but it was absolutely impossible for her to ask for food.

Duan Qingcheng looked at her with a dark face. Seeing how shameless she was, he couldn't help but feel disgusted: "This Zhuangzi belongs to my son, so why did you plant it? Now that you have planted it, we haven't held you accountable yet!"

Awen almost laughed out loud at Duan Qingcheng's words. She pursed her lips slightly, stared at the tenant farmer harvesting rice in the distance, and said coldly: "Zhuangzi, I will pay you back, but not now. If you want to sue

Officer, please excuse me."

Wearing a pink dress with a cold face, the breeze blew the hem of her skirt, exuding a different kind of depression from her body.

Lin and Duan Qingcheng looked at each other and said in a noble manner: "I'll give you three days. After three days, we will take over. Otherwise, I will burn the ground."

Awen looked at Mrs. Lin coldly, why didn't she know she was so naughty before?

"Don't worry, all my people will be evacuated in three days."

Mrs. Lin originally didn't want to be a bad person anymore, but Baijiao was pregnant and the expenses were huge, and her money could no longer support her for long.

After finally hearing that Zhuangzi was a reward for his son, how could she give up?

Awen felt extremely cold towards this kind of parents. Maybe there was no interest involved before, so there was no competition.

Or perhaps, the Liang family had quietly risen to prominence at that time, and they were investing in their son, so they agreed to the marriage.
Chapter completed!