Eighth Ye's Savage Concubine

Chapter 122 Nonsense!

After getting Taifu Yan's answer, Yuan Hua nodded in satisfaction, and turned to look at the emperor sitting on the dragon chair: "Father, as Taifu Yan said, this person in front of you is Taifu Yan's steward. About the plague One thing, the housekeeper has something to say."

"allow!"

The emperor spat out a word from his mouth coldly, and focused all his attention on the steward.

The butler raised his head, glanced at the emperor, then lowered his head in panic.

The first time he met the saint, he seemed very nervous.

His body trembled slightly, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't even utter a word.

Seeing his nervousness, Yuan Hua comforted him in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, tell the whole story. Even if someone wants to take revenge on you, he doesn't have the courage to do so in the Golden Luan Hall."

"Hmm." Nodding slightly, the butler took a deep breath and looked at the emperor sitting on the dragon chair again: "Your Majesty, Cao Min has been the housekeeper of the Yan Mansion for more than ten years, and has done a lot of bad things for Mrs. Yan. The plague this time is also related to Taifu Yan..."

Hearing his accusation, Taifu Yan frowned: "Butler, you are so brave, you dare to talk nonsense in the hall!"

"Why, is the master guilty?"

Turning to look at Taifu Yan, the housekeeper's eyes were filled with hatred.

He never thought that he had done so many things for Taifu Yan, but this old guy actually wanted to kill him.

And the person who saved him in the end was the Eighth Princess and the Regent Princess whom he had been fighting against, which is really ironic when you think about it.

Seeing the two confronting each other in the court hall, the emperor said impatiently: "Teacher Yan, don't interrupt him, let him continue."

Hearing the emperor's voice, the steward suppressed the hatred in his eyes and continued: "The source of this plague is the maid of the concubine Huan. At that time, the grass-roots learned that the maid died strangely, and they secretly investigated the death of the maid. They wanted to marry Woe to the eighth princess. But under investigation, it was discovered that the maid was suffering from a strange disease. The grass people told the master about it, and the master asked the grass people to throw the corpse into the well, causing the plague that followed."

"My God, it turns out that the plague is man-made."

"Is what the butler said true? This matter is really related to Taifu Yan? It's incredible."

"If what the housekeeper said is true, then Mr. Yan's death is not wronged at all."

"Yes, this is retribution, retribution!"

In the court hall, everyone was boiling again.

Hearing the heated discussions in the court, Taifu Yan clenched his fists tightly.

He stepped forward quickly and grabbed the butler's skirt: "How did this old man offend you, you want to slander this old man like this?"

Yan Taifu's eyes were full of anger.

His cheeks were flushed with anger, and there were faint veins bursting out on his neck.

The housekeeper was so tired from the clothes, he forced a contemptuous smile: "Hmph..."

"Teacher Yan, above the main hall, how dare you be presumptuous!"

Knocking off Taifu Yan's hand, Yuan Hua stood in front of the housekeeper.

Taifu Yan looked at her, then looked down at the butler who was kneeling on the ground, narrowing his eyes dangerously: "I know, did the eighth princess give you some favors to frame this old man in the hall? "

"Your Majesty Tai Tuo is very capable of framing and framing people. It's time like this. I still don't forget to bite back."

Pushing the wooden wheels of the wheelchair forward, Bai Jinchu came to Yuan Hua's side.

He glanced at Taifu Yan indifferently, then stretched out his hand, put Yuan Hua's hand in his palm and blew warm air: "Does it hurt, I'll blow it for you."

　Thank you for your reward, please!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)