"Stop hiding inside?" Inside the room, Mrs. Hua said quietly: "This is Sister Yan's husband. There is no need to hide. Come out and meet her."
There were mixed responses from inside, and then there was the sound of footsteps, and people were filing in.
It turned out that she was a sister-in-law of the Hua family, and she had many wives.
Since they came in, Mrs. Hua's face has returned to the same arrogance as before. She straightened her back a little, and rested her fingers softly on the kang table. Her eyes were half-squinted, and she was as serious as before, waiting.
Descendants and descendants are pleased to pay homage.
Everyone quickly knelt down to pay their respects. It was noisy but lively.
"You are worthy of being the man that Sister Yan likes." Mrs. Hua stared at Lin Chu sideways, her voice was deep and there was no trace of tenderness: "Just like her, you are wild and arrogant and don't understand etiquette."
Lin Chu's eyes narrowed slightly and he glanced at Old Mrs. Hua.
It was all her fault. She should not have been silent so far, which made Mrs. Hua mistakenly think that she had a soft and easy-to-control temperament.
The corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and her bright eyes were darker than before. She exuded the evil aura as cold and fierce as the Nine Nether Purgatory.
After the Hua family came in, Hua Ling hid aside and secretly observed Lin Chu.
Seeing the smile on her lips, he subconsciously shuddered. Before she could do anything, Lin Chu's eyes had already moved away from the face of the female member of the Hua family.
"Master Hua." Lin Chu looked at Hua Yi indifferently: "The peace talks between the two countries are a matter of confidentiality. I don't know what the names of these female adults in the room are, and what positions they hold in the Eastern Tang Dynasty?"
"You!" Mrs. Hua slapped her hard on the Kang table, and the room fell silent for a moment.
Mrs. Hua was born in the countryside and enjoyed half her life's prosperity thanks to the Princess Protector. She had long forgotten the embarrassment of being in poverty and only regarded herself as a noble person respected by thousands of people.
Even when she fled to the Eastern Tang Dynasty, Youhua protected her all the way and never received such ridicule.
Lin Chu made it clear that he would not give her face. She was panting like an ox, her face turned red, and her body was like chaff.
Ever since the old lady got angry, the female relatives in the house were so frightened by the tense atmosphere that they all closed their mouths. The friendly and lively atmosphere that was deliberately created was gone in an instant.
Everyone was afraid that Lin Chu would see them.
Only Hua Ling stepped forward with her eyebrows raised and looked at everyone with an arrogant expression. At the critical moment, you have to rely on her!
She looked at Lin Chu with a smile: "Grandma didn't mean anything, it's just that I haven't seen you and sister Yan'er for a long time. She was so happy that she just pretended that she was still at home."
"You are my sister's man after all. Even if you don't have a formal visit, who in the capital doesn't know that you have been together for a long time? We are already a family, you can't stay outside."
"Grandma." Hua Ling turned to Mrs. Hua and said, "How could you forget that your brother-in-law is also a consort? He is different from ordinary men after all."
"It's Master Lin." Hua Yi suddenly said: "Master Lin Chu Lin, the history of the Western Chu Peace Talks, has nothing to do with the others."
"As for Yan'er." His eyes darkened: "She is still a pure and pure girl. Don't mess with her and ruin her reputation!"
There was silence in the room, Hua Ling's eyelids twitched, and the look in her eyes was meaningful. Mrs. Hua's chest rose and fell violently, like a bellows!
Hua Yi ignored him at all, stood upright, and bowed to Lin Chu in a formal manner: "Hua Yi, the deputy peace minister of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, met Lord Xi Chu Lin."
The word "Xi Chu" was like a thorn, piercing into the heart of Mrs. Hua so hard that she collapsed and could no longer sit upright.
Although she deliberately avoids it, the fact is still the fact after all. This is not Shangjing, and she is no longer the ancestor of the Prince Consort's mansion.
Now, she is just a... hostage on the road to peace talks!
