The Second Prince's
It becomes more complicated

Yi-Feng also watched what was happening up ahead, his face turning flat behind the mask.

Feng Xia directly advanced, "little bastard! How dare you use harsh words on your elders!"

Li Ying added, "hurry, apologize to your grandmother! You're really outrageous!"

Many people were there, they shook their heads at this shameless Xin family. This family is really outrageous! However, who would be willing to fight this old madam who was so stubborn as this unbreakable stone? It doesn't make any sense!

Seeing that Xin Yuan and his sister were about to be attacked again, Yi-Feng came forward and raised his arm and covered Xin Yuan's gaze with a hanging cloth

Xin Yuan raised his gaze and looked at the back of Yi-Feng who was currently in front of him and protected him.

"I've never seen a grandmother and aunt who didn't make so much sense to her own grandchildren and nieces. I became doubtful if you guys are really Xin Yuan family?" Say it flatly

Old mistress Huo immediately jumped forward and pointed at Yi-Feng with his finger, "who are you! This is my Xin family business, a stranger like you doesn't deserve to be present in our family!"

Mo Chen's eyes instantly widened, he instantly took out the sword and was about to pull the sword from its sheath, yet Yi-Feng's hand lifted and stopped the man in just one move.

The Zhang family was already white-faced, this old madam was really very brave to point at the Prince with her finger, was she not afraid of being put to death?

Yi-Feng's forehead shriveled and glared at the old woman who was making a ruckus in front of him. "I'm a nobody, but I've never seen a grandmother like you, who would sell her granddaughter for another grandchild just because she was born to an unknown man. These cruel words and actions, were extremely pitiful for Xin Yuan and his sister to have a grandmother like you. You really are a vulgar, cruel and unreasonable elder!"

"He's not my grandson!" Shouted, Old madam Huo got an adrenaline boost from being scolded by a younger person, moreover this was a stranger. Anger peaked in his head and did not care about the surrounding atmosphere that had decreased

He immediately used a high tone in front of Yi-Feng and with a black face, he scolded the young man. "Who do you think you are, huh! I disciplined my stupid grandson Sambong so what does that have to do with you? Don't think because you're a stranger, you'll get away from me!"

Is the hearing wrong? Didn't the woman before said that Xiao Qian wasn't her Grandson? What is now? .. That's what everyone's mind is like.

Old Zhang's face paled in anger, "Shut up! Old Huo Chunhua, you are truly outrageous! Do you want to die? This master is the Prince who came from the Capital!"

When the old madam heard that the one in front of her was the Prince, her face paled immediately.

Who does not know what punishment this small society will receive from the nobility, even more so this is a Prince. The lightest punishment is beheading, ah!

The old madam's legs trembled, she was afraid that Yi-Feng would punish her for saying such harsh words and pointing at her with her finger.

The old woman directly stabbed her knees and kowtowed, she banged her head against the street that had pebbles up to the bruises, "His Highness the Prince, please forgive the old woman's attitude, please, I have eyes but cannot recognize the honorable Prince. Please forgive me... I wouldn't dare to do it again!"

Yi-Feng stared in disdain at this old lady in front of him. His gaze was so cold, then he also swept over the two daughters-in-law and two other children who had been hiding behind their parents' backs.

"Come near you?" Yi-Feng asked again then sniffed. He was not the one who would forgive others so casually. Although the one at her feet right now was an old woman, yet she did not soften her heart for this kind of person.

"Yes, Prince. Please forgive this old lady, I don't see that the Prince is here." Huo Chunhua did not dare to look into the sharp eyes that were behind the mask, he lowered his head in fear that there was even liquid coming out from between his clothes.

In the end, Huo Chunhua was still afraid of the power and power possessed by nobles. He might not be able to sustain his life, so he kept begging to stay alive!

Yi-Feng twisted his body and exposed his back, the cold gaze instantly disappeared in the blink of an eye and a smile appeared on his lips as he faced the two children in front of him now.

"Xiao Qian, is that your name?" Yi-Feng said in a softer voice

The boy was standing behind his brother's back, but his head popped out of Xin Yuan's waist to see what was happening.

Those round eyes now looked at Yi-Feng, then nodded slowly.

Xiao Qian was speechless, there were many things that flashed past her but she could not say them.

Then, suddenly another loud man's voice came from the crowd. "Mother, what are you doing?"

The one who came was Xin Boashan, the third son of Old mistress Huo Chunhua.

Xin Boashan's tone was filled with displeasure, what else when she heard the sound of laughter from the people around. What did his mother do that made him ask for mercy on the young man who turned around and showed his back alone?

Xin Boashan had just returned from the sea with the other fishermen when she heard that there was a Prince coming to their village, he and the others immediately followed Lizheng Liu to the Zhang family home to give their greetings.

However, in the middle of the road they found people who gathered and saw what was happening in front of them. Curious, he heard that the one who made trouble was his mother so he broke through the crowd and arrived in front of him.

Old Huo and the rest of the Xin family came to a realization because of Xin Boashan's Tirade.

Huo Chunhua raised her face, her gaze fixed on her third son who pinb she dearly loved. "XiaoBoa, please save your mother." He looked at his son in pain

Xin Boashan stepped forward and helped her mother wake up, her eyes fixed on the bruise on her mother's forehead, her heart feeling pain for it. "Do you have a heart for older people? How could you be so mean to an old woman like this?" Without knowing anything, he had already scolded Yi-Feng with a loud voice

Yi-Fang's gaze was very flat, this man was definitely one of the children of this cruel old woman.

Xin Boashan then looked at Yi-Feng directly, "everyone says that you are a Prince, but who can prove that you are a Prince?"

"....." Yi-Feng stared at the man flatly, his age looking not much different from Mo Chen, probably around 30 years old and mature enough to be married in modern times. It's just that, because it always works under the hot sun, there is no skin care so it looks black and unkempt, this makes his face look older.

At this time, Lizheng Liu (the Village Chief) also came. The man was different from the other villagers, he also questioned Yi-Feng's identity. "Now, we all don't know if you are really a prince or not, and again you can't make trouble in our Dongsan village. If someone offends you, we can deal with it later after you prove your identity." Lizheng Liu said politely.

After Xin Boashan and Lizheng Liu said that, the residents began to doubt the authenticity of Yi-Feng's identity as a Prince of the Xiang Empire

The corner of Yi-Feng's mouth slightly lifted, his eyes fixed on Xin Boashan who started her. Really, did he have to show his identity?

"So, I have to show you an identity?" Yi-Feng's eyes were directed at Lizheng Liu

All this time he had been humble, so was it time to show identity?

When Yi-Feng was still silent, there was a voice cursing at him

"He's definitely not a prince! How dare he get this old woman on her knees, you son of a bitch! Just die there!" None other than this was Huo Chunhua who suddenly let out a voice

Mo Chen sudan was held back by Yi-Feng since earlier, when he was about to act there was another louder voice coming

"Who dares curse my sister to die, Huh?! Get that guy!" The thunderous sound sounded like a bolt of lightning in the middle of a hole, succeeding in frightening everyone

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