Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm-Chapter 952 - Gu Yu is Inferior to Him in Every
Chapter 952: Chapter 952 Gu Yu is Inferior to Him in Every Aspect_1
Chapter 952: Chapter 952 Gu Yu is Inferior to Him in Every Aspect_1
As soon as the words “His Royal Highness Prince Wei” left his mouth, Tong Sanlang hurriedly lifted his eyes and earnestly said, “Grandpa Emperor, my mother despises Xiaomai and speaks without restraint, but she absolutely means no disrespect to His Royal Highness Prince Wei. I beg you not to take it to heart or blame her.”
Yang Wenxiao “…”
Tsk, tsk.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
He couldn’t help but ask, “What are the standards of the Tong Family when it comes to marriage? Could it be that your great-grandmother exhausted all the wit of the Tong Family women?”
Liuli was so wonderful, yet why are all her descendants so extraordinary?
To gather so many extraordinary individuals in one place is no easy feat.
Tong Sanlang never expected that Yang Wenxiao would not only be unangered but also ask such a strange question. Stunned for a moment, he quickly answered, “My Tong Family… previously followed the will of my great-grandfather, to rebel, which was a wish that could cost one’s head. Therefore, males of the Tong Family did not dare to marry into prominent families, only choosing women from households less well-off than the Tong’s.”
Upon hearing this, Yang Wenxiao let out a long “Oh,” and then said meaningfully, “Your great-grandfather truly wreaked havoc on three, no, four generations of his descendants.”
Tong Sanlang “…”
How was he supposed to respond to that?
One does not speak ill of one’s ancestors!
After some thought, he asked, “Grandpa Emperor, about my mother’s matter…”
“You said it yourself, a country woman, spouting nonsense for a few sentences, and I should take offense?” said Yang Wenxiao.
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Tong Sanlang, “… Thank you for your magnanimity!”
Yang Wenxiao waved his hand dismissively and looked over to where Tong Erlang was standing, “Alright, take your second brother back home. To be so muddleheaded, it’s hard to believe the two of you are brothers.”
Tong Sanlang “…”
Yang Wenxiao watched with satisfaction as Tong Sanlang was left speechless and turned to enter the manor.
Ah, the descendants of Gu Yu, just like Gu Yu.
Tsk, tsk.
What a good mood.
Turning a corner on his way to the Guest House, Yang Hao came out from the courtyard door of the Guest House and upon seeing him, said, “Grandpa Emperor, it’s time for dinner.”
With a pleased smile, Yang Wenxiao hummed a sound of affirmation.
Yang Hao couldn’t help but feel curious, “You seem to be in a good mood? What happened? Where are the people with you?”
“Nothing major, I just heard some gossip a moment ago.”
Discovering that Gu Yu is inferior to him in every way, what a delight!
“What gossip?”
“Just now, Tong Sanlang’s second brother, following his father’s orders…” as Yang Wenxiao spoke, he continued walking into the Guest House, pondering over the Tong Family’s foolish attempt at rebellion.
Heh heh.
Meanwhile, Tong Sanlang, having seen Yang Wenxiao walk away, immediately turned his gaze to where Tong Erlang was standing, his expression darkening.
Standing at a distance with his head bowed, Tong Erlang saw Yang Wenxiao leave and Tong Sanlang’s somber face, which caused him to lower his head even further.
Was the Grandpa Emperor implying he wouldn’t interfere?
What to do, what to do?
He had offended Sanlang again!
Tong Sanlang, holding a sled in one hand and a basket in the other, quickly approached Tong Erlang. He set the sled and basket down and said, “Go back and tell father that the Grandpa Emperor will not entertain his complaint.”
“And as for you, second brother, do not come here again.”
With these words left hanging, he turned and walked away.
Tong Erlang widened his eyes and jogged after him, “Sanlang, Sanlang, listen to my explanation, I was also…”
The words at the tip of his tongue were swallowed back as Tong Sanlang used his light-footed skills and ran away!
After standing there dazed for a while, he pursed his lips, turned around, and picked up the basket.
Having come here on foot, carrying a basket full of meat was already a strain, let alone adding a sled to it. He couldn’t carry it all.
