C8 (1/2)

Li Xiangnan had two sons and five daughters, the eldest son Li Wen Feng, the second son Li Xiao Yuan, the second daughter Li Manting, the fourth daughter Li Rou Ping, and the fifth daughter Li Die. They were all given to him by Wang Zhaoyue, the eldest daughter Li Wan Lan was the daughter of Aunt Liu, and the third daughter Li Shuangtong was given to her by Aunt Zhou.

Just by looking at these children, the experts could tell what was going on. The concubines were not allowed to give birth to sons, thereby endangering the position of the first-in-laws.

Li Die felt chilled to the bone whenever she thought about it. There was no need to mention the dirty things in the mansion.

Arriving at Wang Yanyue's New Moon Courtyard, a maidservant had already entered the door to report their arrival.

”Your servant, Lu Yi, pays her respects to Second Young Master, Fourth Miss, Fifth Miss.” At this time, a pretty girl about 17 or 18 years old called Lu Yi hurried forward to greet Li Die and the rest.

Lu Yi was one of Wang Xiyue's first-rate maidservants and one of her most trusted aides.

”Stand up!” Li Xiao Yuan said to Lu Yi, ”Quickly go and report this to mother. Tell her that Fourth Sister and Fifth Sister and I have returned from Uncle's home.”

”This servant has already reported it. Madam has sent this servant to welcome the second young master and the ladies.”

”Then leave quickly, don't make mother wait too long.”

”Yes, please follow this servant.”

The woman at the door lifted the curtain, and Li Xiao Yuan and the other two entered the house. Li Die was the youngest, so she was naturally the last to enter.

Wang Xiyue sat on the mahogany grandmaster chair, greeting them with a smile.

Li Die lifted her head and looked at her, then lowered her head. Wang Xiyue was around forty years old, and time didn't seem to have left any traces on her face. She looked no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

She was dressed in a red dress, the peonies were golden and full of sleeves. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, and there was a simple pearl inlaid with jade that was swaying in the wind. As her master swayed, ripples appeared on her body, and her shrewd eyes looked up at him arrogantly.

When mother and son met, they naturally greeted each other affectionately. However, when Wang Xiyue's eyes swept across Li Die, they were filled with a kind of unfathomable coldness and surprise.

This scene was coincidentally seen by Li Rou Ping. Her heart was moved, and some things gradually became clear.

”How is your aunt's funeral coming along? How is your uncle? ” Wang Xiyue picked up Juan Pa and pretended to wipe the tears that did not exist at the corner of his eyes. Was it worth crying for a woman who had nothing to do with it?

”The last time I saw your aunt was a few years ago. At that time, she was already in bad shape. I just didn't expect her to recover so quickly …”

These words immediately provoked Li Die and made her a little sad.

”Mother, you must take care of yourself.” Li Rou Ping promptly comforted softly.

Wang Yuyue slightly nodded towards Li Rou Ping, his face full of comfort. His daughter was like a small cotton-padded jacket. This old saying was not wrong at all.

Her second daughter, Li Manting, had an arrogant and willful personality. As Wang Yueyue's first precious daughter, she had spoiled her a long time ago. Only she indulged in Li Manting's role, no one had Li Manting turn around and take care of her.

On the contrary, Wang's second daughter, Li Rou Ping, had always been weak and gentle, gentle, reserved, and reserved. She never made people worry about all sorts of things, and she always did the best thing.

As for his third daughter, Li Die, Wang Xiangyue truly loved and hated her.