"Mother." The young master ran over and helped the woman, "How are you?"
"Drive them away, quickly!" The woman covered her heart, "Ahem... drive them away!"
The young master looked back at Chu Dongling with a troubled expression.
It's not that he doesn't want to drive away, it's that this is simply not someone he can drive away.
Seeing this, Yun Hongsi walked inside: "Auntie, we are not bad people."
"Young master, let's go into the house and talk."
"Okay!" The young master nodded and helped the old woman walk inside.
The moment he turned around, his lowered fists tightened slightly.
Yun Hongsi turned around and looked at everyone: "Ji Feng will go in with us, and the rest of the brothers will stay."
"Yes." Ji Feng took a step forward and cupped his hands.
As soon as Long Qian stepped forward, his hand was grabbed.
She raised her head and looked at the tall figure beside her, frowning: "What do you want to do?"
Chu Dongling remained silent, kneaded his soft little hands, and left.
Long Qian shook it a few times, but couldn't shake it off, and his face became darker and darker.
"Are you being too domineering?"
She admitted that she was wrong and had been too well-behaved. How long would he continue to punish her?
It hurt so much to pinch her, it was too much!
No matter how unconvinced Long Qian was, she was still led into the house.
"You guys wait a moment, I'm going to see my dad."
The young master said nothing and helped the woman into the inner room.
Long Qian looked at the furnishings in the room and had no time to worry about whether his fingers were pinched red.
It seems that this family is already the boss of the village. Are they all so poor?
Thinking of the sallow and skinny children he saw just now, Long Qian felt even more uncomfortable.
They are really poor! They all look malnourished, so pitiful!
Soon, the young master pushed an old man out of the inner room.
The old woman followed them.
The old man in the wheelchair tilted his head slightly, looking weak.
Unexpectedly, the moment he saw Chu Dongling, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"You, you..." He pointed at Chu Dongling and straightened his back with excitement.
"You are the Prince of Ling, the Prince of Ling, the Prince."
"Prince Ling?" The young master stopped in his tracks with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Kneel down!" The old master reacted and ordered in a deep voice.
The young master did not dare to neglect and knelt down.
"Prince Ling, I am a child with no eyesight. Please forgive me, Prince Ling!" The old master held the handle of the wheelchair and slid down.
"You can't come down." Long Qian wanted to go over, but his hand was held tightly.
"No need to be polite!" Chu Dongling pulled the little girl back and said calmly.
"Prince Xie Ling." The young master stood up and cupped his hands, "Shangguan Qing, this little man, this is my father Shangguan Jingshu."
"Shangguan Jingshu kowtows to see the King of the Tomb." Shangguan Jingshu bowed his head.
"Are you the former magistrate of Qinglian Town, Shangguan Jingshu?" Chu Dongling looked at the old man in front of him, his eyes indifferent as usual.
Shangguan Jingshu burst into tears at that moment.
"Prince, do you know the villain?" He choked with excitement and almost couldn't breathe.
"Dad, don't get excited!" Shangguan Qing returned to Shangguan Jingshu and looked at Chu Dongling with him.
The old woman knelt aside and couldn't stop crying.
She also didn't expect that Prince Ling would still remember her husband after being away for so long.
"Ahem..." Shangguan Jingshu coughed heavily and waved his hand, "Prepare a seat for Prince Ling, quickly!"
Shangguan Qing immediately turned around and moved the largest and strongest chair in the house.
"Prince Ling, please take a seat!"
Chu Dongling took a step forward and sat down on the bench.
