Yuan Da was frightened ever since he was brought by Ji Du. He didn't know what he had done or what adults he had offended and was arrested.
He was thinking wildly, but there was no one he could ask him to inquire about, so he was running around anxiously.
Now that the plan was coming, he immediately rushed forward excitedly, "Uncle, please let me go back quickly. I have a senior and a young child below me. My old mother is still sick and is waiting for me to go back to get medicine." "
Ji Du ignored him, but said with a stern face, "Follow me."
When Yuan Da heard this, he was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground and begged for mercy: "Good man, please have mercy on me. Good man, please have mercy on me. There are villains who are older than others. My old mother is still sick. Please forgive me, good man."
Ji Du frowned slightly, "Get up. I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to take you to see someone. Just ask and say whatever you want."
Yuan Dalian nodded and agreed repeatedly, and then followed Ji Du cautiously.
Soon Yuan Da followed Ji Du to the hall. As soon as he entered the door, he only smelled the sweet aroma and knelt down to kowtow without anyone seeing him.
"Sir, have mercy on me, please have mercy on me, I have never done anything."
Shen Yunluo didn't care either. She even felt that this feeling of being able to control the life and death of others was very good.
Seeing others kowtow and beg for mercy at her feet, she felt that she had the privilege of being superior and having the power to live and die, and that feeling was very satisfying.
"Get up." She seemed to feel that she had become a queen and commanded three thousand beauties in the harem. When they saw her, they all knelt down and called the queen "well-being".
Yuan Da stood up tremblingly, not daring to stand up straight, let alone look at him.
He didn't expect that it was a girl with a sweet voice, but he was even more confused and didn't know what to do.
Shen Yunluo sat on the Grand Master's chair, holding a paper-thin Ding Kiln white porcelain teacup in his hand, took a sip gently, and asked, "You are Prince Yan's coachman."
Yuan Dalian nodded and said yes.
Shen Yunluo added: "The bean paste cake that Prince Yan ate before he died was sent by you."
Yuan Da immediately shouted: "But the little man didn't do anything, he just brought the bean paste cake over."
"Really?" Shen Yunluo snorted contemptuously and glanced at him, "Your bean paste cake was indeed brought directly from the kitchen, and no one changed it for you in the middle?"
Ambassador Yuan shook his head vigorously, "No, no, really no, the villain just brought it over."
Shen Yunluo sneered, "Yuan Da, I think you are toasting instead of eating and drinking as a fine. You were too poor to have money to treat your old mother. How come you have money these days?"
Yuan Da's expression suddenly changed, and he said with difficulty: "Well, that's the money picked up by the villain."
"Ha!" Shen Yunluo let out a short laugh, "If you can really pick up money, then no one should work hard and just pick it up."
Yuan Da thought of the silver ingots placed a few steps apart and the ghost-headed sword, and he felt as if his throat was on fire.
The knife seemed to be warning him, telling him not to talk too much, otherwise he would lose his money and his life.
He swallowed and said, "Young man, I really picked it up."
Shen Yunluo snorted coldly and said calmly: "If that's the case, then I can't help you. I see that your old mother is getting older. Keeping her will only drag you down. Why don't I help you and let you get rid of this? How about a big burden?”
