The Forbidden Revenge
Chapter 5: The Garbage Family

At night, the weather is getting colder. The lighting in Lu Yuan's room was only enough for two hours, if the candle ran out, then the northern residence would be completely dark.

The cold was getting more piercing, the snow was still falling since the afternoon. Inside the room, Xiao Tao tried to warm Lu Yuan's body by adding a layer of worn blanket.

Lu Yuan refused, telling the servant girl to wear it herself. Long ago when Li Jing, the eunuch her father had placed in his service dressed in a warm fox fur robe, Lu Yuan sometimes refused her.

His body could withstand the cold, but with his current body, he hesitated a little. This room was secluded and inhospitable to live in, if Lu Yuan forced himself to accept one blanket, then Xiao Tao would freeze.

Suddenly there was the sound of firm footsteps that was a bit rushed.

“Open the door! ****** small*, you dare to sleep?”

That voice sounds foreign. It wasn't Zhao Lin or Gong Zichen.

Lu Yuan's room door was smashed from the outside and a fat, round-faced aunt walked in reluctantly. His face looked very angry and fierce. He pointed at Lu Yuan like a disgusting piece of trash.

“Quick go to the main residence! The Lord Prime Minister is calling you!”

It was Aunt Wei, a main servant of the Prime Minister's residence. He was sent here to call Lu Yuan.

Those eyes that were filled with unwillingness and dislike made Lu Yuan frown. Is the Prime Minister's residence so bad? Why would a servant dare be disrespectful?

He knew it was time to meet the Prime Minister, Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun was a neutral and impartial Prime Minister. Throughout Lu Yuan's reign, Zhao Yun had never been involved in disputes with other ministers.

However, after his death, Lu Yuan began to hesitate. He wanted to know if the Prime Minister Zhao Yun he trusted was an honest person or not.

Before that, Lu Yuan wanted to overcome this servant first. Accustomed to his style as Emperor Yangle, Lu Yuan looked at Aunt Wei with a sharp look in his eyes. His eyebrows shot up next to him, displaying a real displeasure.

In his entire life, he had never gotten a look of disdain from someone lower than him. Seeing such an impolite servant, Lu Yuan's heart became resentful. He hated being looked down upon and despised.

Aunt Wei was shocked half to death. What the hell's going on? Why....why does Third Miss look so different? He usually has a glare and dread every time he hears the Prime Minister calling him.

Every time he was bullied, he would curl up in a corner of a wall or on a bed and not dare to bluff back. Tonight, why is it different?

Auntie Wei felt her back and heart turn cold and involuntarily her body tremble. When Lu Yuan walked over to him confidently, Aunt Wei felt a bad premonition.

Aunt Wei tried to straighten her back, overcoming the fear in her heart. He must not forget that the Third Miss is a worthless person who is not dear.

Among the Prime Minister's sons, to be feared but to be approached is the Second Miss. Third Miss is nothing!

“Are subordinates like you not taught how to speak properly?”

Lu Yuan's tone of voice was muffled and sounded extremely cold. His voice was even colder than the snow outside. Aunt Wei could not help but be surprised, she looked up at him for longer.

The eyes that were usually slurred, were now so clear and there was a flash of restrained anger. This aura…. Why does it feel familiar?

“I came because Master called you. Third Miss, do you want to postpone the affair?”

The corner of Lu Yuan's lips lifted into a small grin. Aunt Wei turned her head, she tried to hold back her fear and nervousness.

Without waiting for long, a very loud sound from the impact of two human skins sounded. Aunt Wei's round cheeks displayed a crimson mark that danced and her body was sounding backwards.

“Before passing the Prime Minister's order, you should have learned how to speak properly!”

Plaque!!!!

One slap back landed on Aunt Wei's cheek. This time, Aunt Wei's body was unable to hold it anymore and collapsed onto the wet floor. Apparently, the snow from the outside was also blowing in, melting and wetting the old wooden floor. Aunt Wei was silent, all her words were stuck in her throat.

Just now, Third Miss slapped him? Twice?

If Zhao Yue's body was not weak, Lu Yuan could have kicked Aunt Wei out of the room. But, with a body like this that still required training, Lu Yuan could only slap him. A little exertion was enough to make the old woman's cheeks swollen for five days.

“Show the way!” exclaim Lu Yuan.

Aunt Wei was unable to speak. While enduring her pain and anger, she walked first. The distance from the northern residence to the main residence was quite far.

Lu Yuan had no warm clothes, although his body could withstand the cold, but the snow remained a little annoying. Moreover, he walked without an umbrella and snowflakes landed on his hair.

Not long after, they arrived at the main residence. Lu Yuan was immediately brought inside the hall.

The temperature inside the hall was warmer, there were several fiery furnaces lit on several sides. The illumination was very sufficient, so that all the objects inside were clearly visible.

In the main seat, Zhao Yun was already sitting with a woman. His face looked unhappy.

Meanwhile, in another chair, Zhao Lin cried until her eyes were puffy. His hands were bandaged with white gauze. The waiter by her side continued to give her a handkerchief. His face was pitiful and ugly.

“Master, Third Miss has arrived,” said Aunt Wei.

Aunt Wei walked to the back, then stood by the side of a woman about forty years old. Based on the memories of while still in the palace, Lu Yuan recognized the woman. She was Cao Wenyu, Zhao Yun's second wife. Everyone called her Madam Cao, but her true identity was only a concubine.

Before dying, Zhao Yun, this Prime Minister he trusted, always displayed a nice expression every time he met her. Seeing his ugly expression, Lu Yuan could not help but sneer silently.

“Kneel!” Zhao Yun shouted. Lu Yuan looked up, his brows furrowed deeply.

Seeing his useless third daughter stay silent, Zhao Yun became furious. But, Lu Yuan was not a person who was easily intimidated.

He stared back at Zhao Yun, just as he looked at the middle-aged man when he was still Emperor Yangle. Expressions calm.

“Why should I kneel?” ask Lu Yuan.

“Still ask?”

Cao Wenyu, the concubine who claimed to be Madam hastily seized the opportunity. He cried and complained to Zhao Yun with a pitiful expression.

“Third Mona, why are you so hearty? Your brother only came to visit you, but you mistreated him instead! Sir, Second Miss has always been kind, it is unfair for her to be treated like that!”

“See, her hands are swollen and must be bandaged. If it left a mark or did not heal, his life would be ruined! Sir, please help my daughter!”

Cao Wenyu wiped the crocodile tears at the corner of his eye. Her dark heart was filled with hatred for Third Miss, because due to her existence, Zhao Lin's position as Second Miss had flaws.

Third Miss is a legitimate princess, no matter how bad she is, will not make her status as a legitimate princess go down. Meanwhile, her daughter was the daughter of a concubine, not a legitimate daughter and although she was beautiful and had a lot of talent, one would still view her as the Second Miss who was born as an illegitimate daughter.

“But, maybe Third Miss was also unintentionally. Sir, be merciful, do not punish him harshly,” Cao Wenyu continued.

Lu Yuan sighed in disdain. So, this is the real face of Lady Cao Wenyu, who every time he came to the palace and attended the banquet always appeared as a dignified and gentle Mistress. As it turned out, it was all just a mask to cover up his facial rot and innocence.

“Zhao Yue, do you know your mistake? Lookie! Your mother has helped you talk even though her daughter was molested!” shouted Zhao Yun. Anger like this made Lu Yuan frown for a while and turned back to calm.

“Mother? Since when did she become my mother?” ask Lu Yuan. “My book is Shu Yi’an. Since when did my mother become Cao Wenyu?”

Zhao Yun looked surprised. Why did his daughter say that? Usually, he would instantly comply when told to kneel down and cry admitting wrongdoing.

Tonight, why does it feel so different? Not only was she disobedient, her daughter also dared to answer and question her. Is this Zhao Yue, her third daughter?

“You! Dare you be disrespectful to your mother! She is the Prime Minister's Lady! After your mother died, she took care of and raised you!”

Lu Yuan pretended to remember by closing his eyes for a bit, then frowned. Everyone within the hall was wondering exactly what the Third Miss wanted to do.

Today, they've been astonished by the change in his behavior. In front of the Prime Minister, it was the same.

“So, huh? Is it said caring and raising is letting me grow up alone in the northern residence?”

“Third Adik! Why are you talking like that? Are you trying to question my father and mother's affection for you?”

Zhao Lin did not accept him being persecuted and hated his sister very much. Today, if he escaped, Zhao Lin would never let him! He'll torture her to death!

“Third Mona, I know you have hatred for me. But, you must also not question your Master's affection for you and vent your anger at Second Miss,” Cao Wenyu as much as you please.

“What rights do you have to talk to me like that?” Lu Yuan dismissed Cao Wenyu's words. “You don't have the right to speak in that way to me.”

“What does Third Miss mean? I am your mother and Madame Prime Minister, of course I have the right to speak,” Cao Wenyu said.

“Concubine Cao,” Lu Yuan closed his eyes for a moment. “As I recall, you are a concubine and this residence has never had a Mistress other than Mrs Shu.”

Hearing Lu Yuan emphasize the status, Cao Wenyu's and Zhao Lin's hearts burned the flames of jealousy. Goddamnit! Since when is the little****** is good at status! Ever since Shu Yi’an died, this residence was under his management!

“I am the daughter of Shu Yi’an, the legitimate wife of the Prime Minister. To whom do I vent my anger, do you have the right to ask?”

Cao Wenyu. Compared to the concubines, the position of the legitimate princess was always higher than anyone else. Even in front of the Emperor, the concubine was still a concubine.

Cao Wenyu felt himself being dropped, his heart burning with anger and hatred. Why didn't Third Miss just die?

In his chair, Zhao Yun massaged his temple. His face was flushed with anger. It had been a long time since the internal strife of his residence had occurred. His two daughters did not get along.

Second Miss has always bullied Third Miss. But since Second Miss was superior in some ways, Zhao Yun closed his eyes and let that be an ordinary disagreement.

The matter of appointing a new Emperor was already very confusing. Coupled with the family matter, Zhao Yun was truly stressed.

The usually submissive third princess suddenly changed, even daring to hurt the second princess blatantly. What should he do if this matter were to spread outside the residence?

But, Lu Yuan did not care what kind of burden Zhao Yun had in mind. He only cares about himself at the moment.

Teaching Zhao Lin a lesson and showing that he was no longer easy to bully was the main issue. Lu Yuan would never admit defeat!

“Concubine Cao, do you have the qualifications to speak in such a way to me?”