Han Qianyu's expression changed when he heard this, and he glared at Yan Jingxuan angrily, as if he wanted to eat him up.
But who is Yan Jingxuan?
He dared to speak arrogantly even in front of His Majesty, let alone the Han brothers and sisters.
Furthermore, what he said was not made up, it actually happened.
Just last year, a young man claiming to be Mr. Han's illegitimate son came to our door, and he also brought a token of the Han family.
However, Mrs. Han beat him to death in front of the house for stealing money and belongings from the Han family and pretending to be Mr. Han's orphan. Later, she even threw him in a mass grave without even giving him a coffin.
The Han family was powerful, so this matter was determined to be deliberate extortion, and the young man was burdened with the crime and became a ghost.
No one can redress his injustice, and no one dares to speak out.
Today, Prime Minister Han is the father of Queen Han, and Prime Minister Han's son died tragically on the battlefield six years ago, leaving only a son and a daughter, Han Qiancheng and Han Qianyu.
In that war that year, the general who led the army was Mu Yun'an's father, Mu Rufeng. Because of the death of Master Han, the Han family had been biting the Mu family for a while.
This is also the reason why the Han and Mu families are at odds.
When Han Qiancheng heard Yan Jingxuan mention this incident last year, his face didn't look good, but after all, he was raised by Prime Minister Han, so he could bear it!
He held down his younger sister who was about to have an attack, and replied calmly: "My younger sister is young and ignorant, and she said something wrong. I apologize to Young Master Xiao on her behalf, and hope that Young Master Xiao will forgive me."
Han Qiancheng did not defend himself, but placed the blame on his sister, admitting that her sister's words had offended Xiao Chengyi.
I have to say that his technique of turning retreat into advance is very good.
Xiao Chengyi smiled: "Young Master Han said something serious. It's just that in Xiao's opinion, you have done something wrong. If you say something wrong, you still have to take the responsibility yourself to truly regret it. What do you think, Mr. Han?"
Han Qiancheng's face froze. He didn't expect that Xiao Chengyi wouldn't give him this face?
And what he meant was that he wanted Qianyu to come and apologize to him in person.
This is a bit too deceptive!
Han Qianyu naturally heard the deeper meaning of his words. She slapped the table angrily and stood up: "Who do you think you are? Do you deserve to have me apologize to you?"
"Qianyu!"
Han Qiancheng scolded lightly, only hating that his sister couldn't keep her temper.
He was afraid that Han Qianyu might cause trouble if he continued to stay, so he stood up and said to everyone, "Sorry, I'll take my roommate out to calm down first."
He pulled Han Qianyu away from the table.
Just at this time, the waiter came in with the dishes. According to Jufulou's rule, the soup is served first, so the waiter hurried in with a pot of Qizhen soup.
Han Qianyu saw the steaming soup pot, and then glanced at Mu Yun'an and the other two people who were still sitting at the table. Her eyes suddenly lit up and she deliberately slowed down her steps. When the waiter approached, she suddenly stretched out her legs to stumble.
For a moment.
The waiter was holding the soup without paying attention. When he stumbled over his feet, the soup pot flew out of his hand, and a pot of soup was thrown towards Mu Yun'an and the others.
Because Yan Jingxuan's back was to the waiter, he was holding a tea cup with his legs crossed and drinking tea, and he had no idea what was going on behind his back.
Just when the soup was poured over, Xiao Chengyi, who had quick hands and quick eyes, kicked Yan Jingxuan away, and then hugged Mu Yun'an to his side to block the hot soup poured over him with his wide sleeves.
There was a loud bang, the copper pot hit the table, and the hot soup splashed.
Mu Yunan was protected in Xiao Chengyi's arms and still didn't know what was going on.