Zhang Laishun stood up quickly and saw Su Yin walking up to Zhang Daman, taking out a bulging purse from his arms and stuffing it into the latter's hand, "Uncle Man, I asked Ergou to accompany me out of the house yesterday.
, I didn’t expect that something like this happened, and it’s all my fault. You can use the money to pay for your funeral, and bury me in a glorious way.”
"Master! How can this be done!" Zhang Daman hurriedly returned the bag.
Su Yin refused to answer, "My aunt treated me no differently than her own son during her lifetime, but I didn't show any filial piety. If I can't even handle my posthumous affairs decently, how can I, Su Yin, be worthy of my name in the future?"
Zhang Daman shivered and squeezed the purse in his hand. Compared with the previous attitude of the Su family, even a domestic servant couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.
Su Bingcheng licked his dry lips, "Su Ziyin, what are you doing?"
Su Yin glanced back at him indifferently, "You still don't understand? I'll teach you how to write personal characters."
Calling him not a human being? Su Bingcheng was furious.
Su Yin turned around and held Zhang Daman's hand and said, "Uncle Man, let's take care of Bai Tiao. Just do whatever you want, do it for the better and do it more decently. Don't worry about other things. I'll take care of everything."
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"Master!" Zhang Daman trembled with trembling lips and wiped his tears with the lapel of his clothes.
Behind them, Jiang Ping and Jiang Hui looked at each other, and they were both a little surprised at Su Ziyin's benevolence. As the young master of the Su family and the son of the prime minister, it was absolutely impossible for them to take such care of a servant.
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They heard the second young master's words outside the door earlier. Although they were cold, there was nothing wrong with them. Aren't all their wealthy families such virtuous? They were bright and beautiful on the outside, but rotten and dirty on the inside. They had no benevolence, justice or morality.
Not as good as these grass bandits.
But Su Yin's current behavior really impressed them.
She was only thirteen years old and ranked third among the young masters in the mansion. The second young master was obviously older and had no status in the mansion, but she offended him for a servant...
It would be a lie to say that I was not shocked.
"Su Ziyin, don't be too presumptuous! This is all my mother's intention. Even if the prince takes care of you, you can't ignore the rules of my Su family!" Su Bingcheng couldn't help but yelled angrily.
Su Yin turned around with his hands behind his hands, raised his eyebrows and said with a playful smile, "How old are you when you open your mouth and still make excuses for your mother? Today, the Holy One spends a lot of money to build a sky terrace and advocates the way of worshiping the gods and holding sacrifices. How can the eldest lady still do it?
Is it greater than the current saint?"
"You!" Su Bingcheng was furious, "Do you think you can scare me by holding the banner of the current emperor? I will give you three points when the prince is here in Qingbei City. Now that the prince is gone, do you still think that you are nothing? Previously
I haven't even had time to settle the matter with you, do you really think you can deceive me?"
The corners of Su Yin's lips turned cold, and she walked up to Su Bingcheng with narrowed eyes. There was a coldness in her tone that made Su Bingcheng feel, "Second Young Master Su, after so many things, you haven't become smarter yet?"
Su Bingcheng took a step back unconsciously, staring at Su Yin with a tense expression.
Su Yin gently tapped his shoulder with a folding fan, and said softly, "You still don't understand that in Su Mansion in Qingbei, if I want you to live, you can live, and if I want you to die, you will never survive the third watch tonight?"
The weather was freezing in winter, but Su Bingcheng's heart was three times cooler than the weather for no reason.