Princess, she is the one who facilitated the extradition.

The Duke of Yue's Mansion.

After taking only a sip of soup, the old lady, Madam Yang, put down her spoon and said to her son, "Eat more."

The Duke of Yue asked with concern, "Is Mother feeling unwell?"

My mother usually has a good appetite, but today she seems to be acting strangely.

"fine."

Yang got up from the table and lay down listlessly on the daybed. "I'm going to rest for a while."

His expression was somber.

How could nothing be wrong?

The Duke of Yue put down his chopsticks and asked the servant beside Lady Yang, "Tell me, what's wrong with Mother?"

The servant glanced at Madam Yang, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but held back.

Her words made the Duke of Yue even more anxious. "Speak quickly! Your stammering is delaying Mother's affairs. I won't forgive you."

His mother was afraid of worrying him, so she always kept things to herself and refused to let him know.

The servant was so frightened that he immediately knelt down.

Why are you making things difficult for her?

Madam Yang spoke, waving the servant away, "You may leave."

When only the mother and son were left in the house, Madam Yang sighed, "Today I heard from the servants that there is a young man carrying a lychee tree on the street."

That tree was carried all the way from Lingnan when it was still bearing fruit. Now, the fresh lychees hanging on the tree are bright red and ready to be eaten, which inevitably reminds me of some old memories.

Back then, His Majesty bestowed a basket of lychees upon you, and your father sent them all to Lianmi's courtyard.

Poor thing, you were just a little kid back then, and you were craving those lychees. Your mother had no choice but to go to her yard and beg for some...

At this point, Mrs. Yang pressed her hand to her chest, looking distressed.

Upon seeing this, the Duke of Yue quickly helped her up and patted her back.

He knew why his mother was sad. Lianmi was a Yangzhou "slender horse" that his father bought before his marriage. She was most skilled in seductive tricks and made his father only have eyes for her.

The gifts bestowed by the palace should, in principle, be distributed by my mother, the principal wife. However, my father acted unethically and forced my mother, the principal wife, to beg for food from a lowly concubine.

This was such a disgrace to his mother, but she did it all for him.

How could he not be filial to such a good mother?

Yang took a breath and continued, "I humbled myself and listened to her say a lot of unpleasant things before I finally got some things back."

As a result, she turned around and told your father that I was greedy and went to her yard to become a bandit just for a lychee.

Your father stormed into my courtyard and, in front of the servants, berated me for being shameless and disrespectful.

They wouldn't take me to the palace for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet that year, making me the laughingstock of the capital.

The Duke of Yue vaguely remembered that his father had once pointed at his mother's nose and scolded her because of the lychees. When he heard his mother say it again, he was both angry and heartbroken.

"Mother, don't be sad. The two who bullied you are now dead. You should enjoy the rest of your life in good health."

He stood up. "I'll have someone buy you that lychee tree right away, so you can eat the freshest ones."

"Don't bother."

Yang pulled him back, "I'm telling you this not because of your appetite."

Besides, your sister is a filial daughter; after learning about it in the afternoon, she sent someone out to buy it.

However, that person refused to sell, and I already advised her not to force her, but I don't know if your sister listened."

"There's no such thing as refusing to sell; they just want to ask for a higher price."

He helped Yang lie down again, saying, "Mother, please wait for me a moment, I'll go buy it right away."

Don't go.

Madam Yang was a little anxious, "I am already grateful for your kindness, how could I really crave those lychees?"

If this gets out, Mom will become a laughingstock, and it won't be good for you either.

"Mother, you always think of your son in this way."

The Duke of Yue insisted, and as he was walking out, he said, "If I can't even get you a few lychees, wouldn't all your hard work over the past few decades have been in vain?"

"You child, your mother gave birth to you and raised you, not expecting anything in return..."

The more he said this, the faster the Duke of Yue walked, and soon he was out of Yang's courtyard.

As soon as he left, a guard brought a tray into the house, on which was a casserole of seafood.

"This was transported to the capital by sea. I went to the dock early this morning and only managed to grab this much. Please have a taste."

Yang's eyes lit up slightly as she pointed to a large prawn, "Try this."

The guard immediately washed his hands, peeled the shrimp for her, and personally fed it to her.

As Yang opened her mouth to receive the shrimp, her lips seemed to unconsciously brush against the guard's fingers. "You still care about this old woman the most."

"You love the younger one more."

The guard wiped Yang's mouth with the back of his hand.

"Being able to follow you is a blessing I have accumulated over many lifetimes. I am willing to do anything for you."

Madam Yang looked at the little octopus, and the guard quickly picked up another one to feed her, not forgetting to kiss her on the cheek.

Mrs. Yang was very satisfied with his performance. "Remember to report how much you spent on these purchases to the public accounts."

"Never mind, this is a small token of my respect to you."

The guard's voice was somewhat muffled, "If I go back to report the expenses, I'm afraid Madam will be unhappy again. I don't want to upset you."

"Go ahead and report it."

A hint of disdain flashed in Yang's eyes. "Wang dares not say anything."

The last time the guard asked Wang for an account, Wang implied that he had used too much.

This is the Yue State Duke's Mansion, where she and her son live. It's not up to an outsider to criticize or interfere, even if it costs a little money.

Therefore, she said those ambiguous things to her son, causing him to suffer bad luck at Wang's hands.

Hearing that Wang had been scolded by her son and cried, he dared not utter a single word about it in front of her.

If Wang dares to say anything more, she can make her son divorce her.

The guard was delighted to hear this, kissed her on the cheek, and said a lot of things that were not suitable for children, which coaxed Yang into eating half a pot of seafood.

She touched her slightly swollen belly, pointed to two shrimp, and said, "You can eat these two. Put the rest on a plate and put them back on."

When your son arrives, tell him it was made especially for him, and he will surely be happy.

The guards understood her intentions and were happy to cooperate.

He is now the old lady's man, and since the old lady is valued by the Duke of Yue, he can also benefit from it.

He could easily overcharge by several dozen taels for these seafood items tomorrow, and Wang would certainly not dare to object.

He carefully arranged the seafood on a plate and said to Madam Yang in a flattering tone, "Then I'll go wash up first and come back to serve you later."

"No rush."

Yang took his hand and placed it on her abdomen, saying, "Give me a massage to help with digestion, and I'll reward you with lychees later."

Given my son's filial piety, he will surely deliver the lychee tree tonight, but since the other party refuses to give it to him, my son will definitely have to put in a lot of effort. Besides, he has to leave the mansion and won't be back for long.

It is said that when people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust. She has eaten and drunk her fill, and with a young and strong body in front of her, she should enjoy herself while she can to make up for the lack of her youth.

She took the guard's other hand and placed it on her chest. "I'm hot. Take off my clothes."

Upon hearing this, the guard, with a demure yet shy expression, bent down and used his teeth to untie the dish for her.

Seeing how charming he was, Madam Yang was very pleased. "Tomorrow, go to the cloth shop and get some cloth to make a few nice clothes. I'll never treat you badly after all this time with me."

"Thank you for the gift, Sister."

The guard looked up from her embrace, thanked her with eyes full of affection, but when he looked down again, the affection in his eyes turned into disdain.

The Duke of Yue's mansion did not own a cloth shop. The cloth shop that Yang mentioned was part of her daughter-in-law Wang's dowry. Whenever this old woman gave him a reward, she was always taking advantage of her daughter-in-law, and she couldn't bear to part with even a little of her own things.

If it weren't for the fact that the Duke of Yue had ordered him to serve the old woman, and he couldn't escape it, and felt that it was a way out, he wouldn't have sacrificed himself to have an affair with a woman the same age as his grandmother.

With her clothes completely open, the guard suppressed his nausea, placed his hand on the few ounces of flesh that hung down to Yang's waist, and said affectionately, "Sister, your brother missed you so much..."

Madam Yang enjoyed being addressed that way by the guards; her plump face blossomed into a wide smile as she uttered some inappropriate remarks, "Which younger brother misses me?"

The guard had no choice but to grab her age-spotted hand and move it towards his lower body, saying, "This is my younger brother..."

While enjoying her youthful body, Yang waited for the lychees to arrive.

Unbeknownst to her, before the Duke of Yue even left his residence, his sister Shen Feiwan blocked her way.