After saying two words, Yan Guan'er burst into tears, "Madam, I'm not wronged. Besides, Yun Mao is your personal servant. My maid is already forty-five years old. How can I have an affair with him? How can I have an affair with him?"
Madam, you must not talk nonsense about this kind of thing."
"Bitch, everyone knows you are a shameless bitch! On a rainy night twenty-one years ago, you seduced the master while I was away. If it hadn't been for the dark night on the rainy night, and the master was drunk again..."
Murong Yuchan pinched Yan Guan'er's chin with fingers like chicken claws, and said disdainfully, "With your dignity, do you think I can look at you on the ground?"
In front of all the elders of the ancestral hall, Murong Yuchan pointed at Yan Wan'er's bowl-sized mole, which made all the servants and maids burst into laughter.
Yan Zhuangyu, the chief elder of the ancestral hall, was over nine years old. He leaned on the elder's staff and sighed, "Yucichan, are you mistaken? Although Wan'er's appearance is unbearable, her nature is also very good, and she treats her servants very well.
Okay. Maybe she won’t..."
"Elder Yu, you can't let this bitch go! It's a certainty that she's having an affair with a domestic slave. Someone's coming, bring Yun Mao with you..." Murong Yuchan's eyes were sharp, piercing everyone like a sharp sword.
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There were several servants outside the ancestral hall, and someone dragged a middle-aged man in a green robe into the ancestral hall.
"This person is Yun Mao!" Murong Yuchan glared at Yan Guan'er, hoping that she would go see the King of Hell right away.
Yun Mao knelt on the ground with a plop, wailing, "Elders, I am Yun Mao. I am innocent. I was drunk last night. Yan Guan'er took advantage of my absence and took my virginity. Now I am
Life is worse than death..."
Yun Mao was dressed in Tsing Yi, and he was obviously a high-ranking servant of the Yan family. He was a little over forty-five years old, but he was very well-maintained. His appearance was comparable to that of Song Yu, and he looked like Pan An, but he had the heart of a tiger and a wolf hidden in his body.
Forty-five years old, still a virgin? He looks so wise and powerful, and has a jade tree in the wind. According to modern terms, he has the potential to be a duck. I don’t know who supported him and allowed his skin to pass.
Forty-five years old and still as fresh as ever.
"Yun Mao?! You're spitting blood! Are you worse than a dog?" Yan Guan'er gave Yun Mao a hard look, thinking to herself that she had always treated others with generosity and had no desires or demands.