Cangning County is one of the few territories north of the Yue River that is not within the influence of the Ji Lian family. Otherwise, Yan Wuchen would never dare to go here even with the support of Prince Wei.
Yan Wuchen was complacently planning to sacrifice his sister Yan Wei'er to the greedy and lustful Prince Wei, and he became a relative of the emperor. From then on, he showed his grand plan and took advantage of the trend to include Cangning, Siwei, Panxian, and Mutian into his power.
territory.
There is no need to compare with the Ji Lian family, that is a myth. When comparing the wealth of the national treasury and the Ji Lian family, it is probably difficult to distinguish, let alone him.
Yan Wei'er was released from the woodshed, and under Mrs. Liu's careful care, her body recovered quickly. She thought that Black and White Wuchang had captured her to go on a business trip, but she didn't expect that her life was so low that even the Prince of Hell looked down on her.
She secretly thought that this matter would be settled after the rain. She was thinking about what she could do to make a living, and take a chance to escape from the Yan family with her mother. She would no longer be the notorious concubine of the Yan family.
Even if it weren't for her status as a concubine, she wouldn't want to continue to live in the Yan family. Yan Wuchen has shown a ferocious look, and he might sell the two of them into a brothel one day.
"Get ready, the owner of the village wants you to come over." Yan Wuchen's personal maid, Xiao Cai, called her. She looked arrogant and had a look of disdain on her face. She didn't think she was a young lady at all.
Even if she is a concubine, she is still a young lady.
However, no one took her as a young lady seriously, and they also despised her mother. They just thought that the two women were freeloaders, unable to help with anything, and causing trouble everywhere.
Yan Wei'er put on some make-up and combed her hair into a smooth and shiny style. Her face was pale and her lips were very light. She was wearing a light yellow shirt. When she stood out, she looked more plain than that little girl. It was hard to tell which one was more talented.
It's Miss Yan's family.
Yan Weier stepped into the door, and her brother Yan Wuchen was already sitting at the table, drinking tea and waiting for her.
"Weier." Seeing her coming, Yan Wuchen greeted with a smile on his face.
This made her quite uncomfortable, and she secretly felt an ominous feeling in her heart. A weasel would never do anything good when it paid a New Year greeting to a chicken. In the past, she would always hit or scold her, and she would sound like a stinky girl, but now she calls her so affectionately - Wei'er.
What's more, she had just let go of four hundred cherry blossoms, ruining his good deeds. Not beating her to death was pretty good, so how could she expect him to be kind to her?
"Come, sit, sit." Yan Wuchen was so warm that he pretended to be affectionate: "Xiao Cai, pour tea for the lady!"
Xiao Cai hesitated and was unwilling, but finally poured a cup of tea and put it there.
Yan Wei'er was still standing, with her head lowered, sitting and drinking tea as equals with her brother. It was harder than the sun rising in the west. She was very sober, and she had never expected to have such a noble day.
"Wei'er, you're not young anymore. I'm going to marry you to Prince Wei of Kyoto, and you will enjoy endless wealth and wealth from now on... Then, don't forget my brother..." Yan Wuchen laughed loudly and said to
This wording is very satisfactory, concealing the sixty-year-old age of Prince Wei, and also concealing the identity of the concubine.
If you get married with such a status, you don't even need a wedding banquet, and you can't go through the front door. You can be taken directly into the bridal chamber through the back door and it will be considered a ceremony.
Yan Wei'er was dripping with cold sweat and dumbfounded. Before she could escape, her brother plotted against her. She had long heard that the notorious Prince Wei was greedy for money, lustful, and committed all kinds of evil. How could she get married like this?
"I'm young and don't want to get married yet. I want to spend more time with my mother." Yan Wei'er still lowered her head, and her little body couldn't stop trembling. This was the best excuse she could think of. She knew that it was better to kill an egg than to hit a stone with an egg.
The conditioned reflex refused.
"Humph," Yan Wuchen sneered, "You're not young anymore. When your mother was as old as you, she married my father and became her concubine." He deliberately said "your mother, my father" to Yan.
Wei'er's dignity was trampled under her feet, constantly reminding her of her status in the Yan family.
Don't be so shameless. Do you really think that you are the eldest lady of the Yan family? Yan Wuyue, Yan Wuxia, Yan Wuyou, Yan Wuzhen, Yan Wujing... Which one is not an upright "Wu" generation, and which one is not better than Yan Wuyue?
Her status is noble? Only she, Yan Wei'er, is so shameless that her name is not qualified to use the word "无" in the genealogy.
"But," Yan Wei'er took a breath and continued to lower her head and begged: "Master, please allow me to stay with my mother for a while, and then I will definitely marry you as you wish." The title was humble, like a girl.
, in fact, she is not even as good as a girl.
Yan Weier's heart was dragging on moment by moment. As long as he was given a little more time, even a few days, he could take his mother as far as he wanted. Even if he hid in the mountains and lived a life in the countryside, it would be fine.
Become a concubine to a notorious old man.
"No," Yan Wuchen had no patience to go on with her any longer: "Those four hundred people are going to be sent to Prince Wei for his birthday. If you let them go, how can I get so many people? You fight in the front line."
Go and comfort Prince Wei for me tomorrow! Get in the sedan and set off tomorrow, don't test my patience."
"Tomorrow!" Yan Wei'er felt like she was struck by lightning. She had been holding back just now, hoping that her meekness would buy her time to breathe. Tomorrow, how can tomorrow be enough?
Yan Wei'er slowly raised her head, with a firm look in her eyes: "I won't go."
"Smelly girl!" Yan Wuchen stood up and slapped her across the face: "I am discussing with you to give you face, but you are still putting on airs!"
Yan Wei'er covered her red and swollen cheeks and stubbornly turned her head away from looking at the evil god, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Bring it out!" Yan Wuchen roared: "I want you to charge up the four hundred cherry blossoms!"
The weak Mrs. Liu was brought out amidst Yan Wuchen's violent drinking, and two people held her back. Mrs. Liu, who had already been frightened and panicked, saw her daughter's red and swollen cheeks, and her heartache burst into tears: "Wei'er, Wei'er.
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Yan Wei'er stared angrily, ran to protect Mrs. Liu, and said with tears in her eyes: "Let my mother go!"
Yan Wuchen smiled coldly, walked over slowly, raised his hand and pinched Yan Wei'er's pointed chin: "Let go? Okay! Go and make Prince Wei happy, and I will naturally let your mother go."
Dear. Otherwise, I will slowly torture her and then sell her to a brothel as a prostitute..." Yan Wei'er is only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl after all. She couldn't help but feel sad and angry when she heard these dirty words and thought of her mother's fate.
Exception: "You are shameless!"
Yan Wuchen cold-bloodedly increased the strength of his hands, and his nails made red and white fingerprints on Yan Wei'er's face: "Stinky girl, I ask you again, go or not!" The voice was like a poisonous snake worming its way into Yan Wei'er's face.
In the ears.
Ms. Liu sobbed miserably: "Master, please, for my sake, let your sister go. She is your biological sister!"
Yan Wuchen turned around to face Liu, his eyes gleaming like wild beasts: "They are all scumbags! The old man is gone, so I will send you to the brothel, so you can..."
"Okay, I'll go!" Tears finally burst out of Yan Wei'er's eyes: "I'll go! Let my mother go!" She bit her lip, her face turned as white as death.
"Wei'er!" Mrs. Liu's heart was as sharp as a knife, and she cried uncontrollably, but it was hollow and powerless.
Her fate was like this, and now, her daughter's fate is also like this.
Yan Wuchen let go of Yan Wei'er and patted her little white face: "Don't play tricks. If you dare to run away, your mother will be worse off alive than dead. Do you believe it or not?"
Yan Wei'er smiled sadly: "I believe it, I absolutely believe it, you can do this!" There was a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his hand to push away the two men and support Mrs. Liu.
Yan Wuchen waved his two men to leave, approached Yan Wei'er, and said with a malicious smile: "Wei'er, remember to blow the prince's pillow breeze for your brother, otherwise, your mother's pillow breeze will not know how to do it.
Who are you blowing away... Hahaha..." Yin smiled and walked out of the room.