What on earth is he doing? He has abused himself and his daughter, and now even his grandson, who has just turned one month old, is going to be left to be mermaid meat?
He thought of his mother looking at him with sadness and hatred, and the words that burst out from between her teeth made him live like a human being.
Now he is no better than a pig or a dog.
But his life is also in King An's hands, what can he do?
After waiting for a long time for the battle between heaven and man in his mind, he looked down at Xiao Nuomi and sighed deeply, "Tell me, if something happens to grandpa, will your father help grandpa?"
His smile was as ugly as crying, "No, they all look down on your grandfather, even your mother, so I can only sell you. You are Prince An's nephew, and he will not hurt you."
Little Nuomi looked at him with wide eyes and stopped crying. She seemed to be very surprised.
When I was hesitant, I simply asked the driver to stop first and let him think about it.
The handlebar stopped the carriage on the side of the road.
After a long time, I heard a faint voice coming from inside the curtain, "I'm not going to Xishan anymore. Let's go back to Prince Chu's Mansion."
He opened the curtain with a handlebar, looked at it quietly, and smiled slightly, "Master Hou, just go wherever you need to go."
Jinghou looked at the handlebar in shock, "You..."
With a handlebar smile, "Master Marquis, don't panic, I am a member of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
Jing Hou covered his mouth, his eyes almost shattered with panic.
"Master Marquis, please listen to the next words..."
The carriage is still heading towards the west mountain.
Arriving at the handover place, I quietly got out of the carriage with my baby in my arms. After walking about a few dozen feet, I saw a thatched hut on the side of the mountain.
I waited outside and knocked on the door. The door opened. The person who opened the door was a middle-aged scholar wearing blue clothes.
He first looked behind Jinghou and found that no one was following him, so he stretched out his hand and said: "Master Marquis, give me your little grandson."
He waited quietly but didn't give it. He opened his head and looked inside, "Where is the prince?"
The middle-aged scholar said coldly: "You don't have to ask so many questions. Just give me your little grandson, and your account with the prince will be wiped off."
Jinghou hugged Xiao Nuomi tightly, "That won't work. I want to see the prince, and I want the prince to personally promise to me that he will never mention those things in the future, otherwise I can't give you my little grandson."
The middle-aged scholar smiled coldly, with a bit of contempt in his eyes, "Just wait, you have no choice."
As soon as he raised his hand, he saw several burly men suddenly coming out, each wearing strong clothing and holding long swords, pressing towards Jinghou.
Jinghou was so frightened that she quickly backed away and said sharply: "What do you want to do? Are you trying to rob me? You call the prince to come out, and I will give the child to you, but I want him to give me a word of truth."
The middle-aged scholar became angry and ordered sternly, "Go and snatch the little grandson from me."
The sturdy man approached and reached out to grab the little glutinous rice in Jinghou's arms. Jinghou hugged it tightly and said angrily: "You dare to snatch it? This is my little grandson, aren't you afraid of the death penalty?"
"Wait," the middle-aged scholar smiled coldly, "This is not a robbery, you personally delivered it to us. The Crown Princess is really unlucky to have a father like you."
He smiled coldly and said: "After snatching the child away, if you kill him, you can treat it as a big gift to the Crown Princess."
Jinghou screamed in surprise, threw the swaddling clothes over with one hand, turned around and ran away.
The middle-aged scholar hugged the swaddling clothes with one hand, and his hand sank. He looked down and saw that inside the swaddling clothes was a soft pillow used in carriages. He was suddenly shocked and angry, "You have been fooled, chase after me!"
The ghost guard descended from the sky, holding a long sword and blocking the pursuit.
The middle-aged scholar's heart sank, and he raised his hand to order the people to retreat. However, he heard the sound of galloping horses' hooves, and more than ten women in costumes galloped towards him, holding bows and arrows, forming a siege. There was no way out.