After the banquet, Ye Lintian had no shame in staying at the Lan family and left in a hurry.
His face was ashen and colorless, and there was anger in his eyes.
He even didn't bother to stop along the way and ordered the driver to hurry back to Tianfeng Dynasty.
Tianfeng is facing inside.
During this period, Ye Moling's life was much better. Even though he still ate worse than pig food, at least he had Shen Ci by his side and his mood improved a lot.
As a result, this day was passed leisurely.
Apart from enjoying the cool air every day and torturing Shen Yurou, there was nothing else to do.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long.
Just when Ye Moling was sitting in the pavilion enjoying the shade, he saw Ye Lintian walking in angrily.
Before he could react, a slap hit him hard on the face.
Ye Moling's whole body was shocked by this slap. He raised his head in astonishment and cast his eyes on Ye Lintian.
"Father, I..."
"The traitor!"
Ye Lintian's eyes widened, and he was so angry that he wanted to cut this traitor into pieces.
He kicked Ye Moling over and threw her to the ground, coughing out a mouthful of blood.
"Why were you so crazy? Why did you divorce Shen Qingluan for a bitch like Shen Yurou?"
"If it weren't for you, Shen Qingluan would be my daughter-in-law, and I wouldn't have to be so embarrassed in the Lan family. Do you know how much the emperors of other countries laugh at me now?"
A good daughter-in-law was lost to this treacherous son.
Ye Moling's heart twitched fiercely and she defended: "At the beginning, my father also disliked her for being unclean and agreed with my son to divorce her."
"Shut up!"
Ye Moling raised his hand again and slapped him down, with anger bursting out of his eyes: "It was you who proposed to divorce your wife first, and then I agreed. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have missed so much."
"Did you know that the emperors of all countries are on good terms with Shen Qingluan! That bastard Feng Lichen is the leader of the Blood Sect! More importantly, do you know that Shen Qingluan is related to the Divine Doctor Pavilion?"
He took a deep breath: "The two maids who are often by her side are the guardians of the Divine Medical Pavilion. It is very possible that she is the master of the Divine Medical Pavilion!"
The master of the Divine Medical Pavilion—
boom.
Not far away, there was a muffled sound.
Shen Yurou was in a state of embarrassment. The washbasin in her hand also hit the ground, and water splashed all over her body, making her even more embarrassed.
At this moment, Shen Yurou's head was buzzing and her lips were white. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't even say a word.
Those eyes were filled with disbelief.
Shen Qingluan is from the Divine Medical Pavilion——
Is she from the Divine Medical Pavilion?
This news shocked her even more than the news from the Lan family, and made her face paler.
The movement just happened to divert Ye Lintian's gaze, and he caught sight of Shen Yurou standing not far away. His anger suddenly rose, and he even wanted to kill Shen Yurou.
Under Shen Yurou's dull gaze, he walked over quickly, grabbed Shen Yurou's skirt, opened his arms from left to right, and slapped her cheek hard with his big hand.
Today, Shen Yurou is no longer the well-maintained girl. Her skin is rough, her cheeks are thin, and her eyes are dull.
Not even that slap could bring her back to her senses.
My heart hurt as if being pricked by needles.
"Bitch, if it hadn't been for you, Shen Qingluan would not have been missed. You are the culprit!" He gritted his teeth fiercely, and the glare in his eyes became even worse.
In a short time, Shen Yurou's thin face had swollen into a pig's head, which was too miserable to look at.