The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old-Chapter 974 - : Scratched Face (1)

Chapter 974: Scratched Face (1)

After Old Madam Xia left, Old Master Xia’s complexion visibly worsened.

The old man’s eyes were dark as if he had not slept for a few days.

“Father, mother has already left. You have to take care of yourself. Mother has been gone for the past few days. You must have not slept all night, right?” Lord Xia knelt beside the old master. Seeing the old master’s haggard appearance, which had not slept for several days, his heart ached so much that he cried.

The old man’s face was pale as if he had lost half his life.

“Let’s go to your mother’s grave and take a look.”

The old man bent his back and sighed deeply.

Sir Xia’s face was filled with tears. His parents had lived their entire lives. How could Father adapt?

At this moment, Master Xia was squatting in front of the grave and muttering, “”Old woman, forget it long ago. Why do you dream of me going down to enjoy life? Why are you like Old Man Jiang? Stop it. ”

“I’m just struggling for a few years, waiting for the Xia family to go further. Don’t come looking for me anymore.” The old man came down from the mountain with his hands behind his back and his back hunched.

The two of them had been in love for decades. He had already gotten over who left earlier and who left later.

As long as the Xia family could go on for a long time, there was no need to fear death.

Even when Lulu returned to the manor, she could still hear her mother worrying.

” Sigh, your maternal grandfather and grandmother have loved each other for their entire lives. Look at his head of white hair and black eyes. Mother doesn’t feel good either. ” Madam Xia sat at the head of the bed and cried.

Because the old madam had passed away, Madam Xia also wore a plain dress.

Lulu frowned. Actually, she felt that the reason why the old man couldn’t sleep well was probably because his grandmother had been dreaming every day.

She knew, but she couldn’t say it.

Soon, it was winter after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Yang Dianfeng finally picked a day to tell his parents that he was going to start a business.

Moreover, he already held countless wealth in his hands. The current famous number one wealthy merchant in the world was him…

Lord Yang was wholeheartedly waiting for him to grow up and inherit the mantle, but Madam Zheng felt that her son had such talent and was already rare in the world. She should be proud of having such a son.

“Scholars, farmers, merchants, merchants, merchants, last place. He is the only son of my Yang family. If he doesn’t support the Yang family, who will?” Lord Yang was angry.

“What’s so good about being an official? Besides, the scholars, farmers, merchants, and businessmen were ranked last because they were not rich enough. How many people are like your son who controls the economic lifeline of the world? Peak, don’t worry, mother will support you.” Mrs. Zheng stood firmly behind her son.

She was the daughter of the Zheng family.

However, because her husband had different political views from her maiden family, she could only endure her longing and was unable to return to her maiden family.

She had enough of these days.

Her son was shining in another field, and Mrs. Zheng did not force him at all.

“You’re too kind. Long hair, short knowledge.” Lord Yang was furious.

This was great.

Mrs. Zheng’s temper exploded.

He stepped forward and scratched, leaving fingernail marks on Lord Yang’s face.

On the second day of court, although he had already asked a doctor to apply medicine, his face was still red.

However, Lord Yang didn’t feel embarrassed.

Anyway, it was not the first time he had been scratched by his wife and chased out of the house by her. She was already used to it, so she went to court with a painted face.

Today’s court session was still the same as before.

His Majesty was already twenty-one years old.

Recently, the courtiers were all cautious and vowed that His Majesty would choose an empress, or at least fill the harem with talents.

Not to mention the late emperor, even the Retired Emperor was twenty-one years old and was the father of several children.

This time, the ministers seemed to be anxious. frёeωebɳovel.com

If His Majesty doesn’t favor women, won’t he become a monk? It wasn’t like there weren’t such strange things in history.