RNP Chapter 480 I am Princess Huai'an, take me with you
Chapter 480 I am Princess Huai'an, take me with you
The little beggar slapped Zhao Zihua in the face, "What nonsense are you talking about? If you were the emperor's granddaughter, I would be the emperor! You are just like your crazy mother, both are bitches!"
He was filled with hatred and pulled Zhao Zihua, "Okay, okay, you stole my money, so I will sell you to a brothel!"
Zhao Zihua was slapped in the face, and she was already extremely ashamed and angry. When she heard that the little beggar wanted to sell her, she stretched out her hands, threw the cakes on the ground like crazy, and stomped on them. "I won't go!"
"Mother! Help! The little beggar wants to kill me!"
Zhao Zihua took advantage of the little beggar's inattention and ran towards the dilapidated temple.
The little beggar followed with gritted teeth.
In the room, Zhao Zihua curled up in Zhao Yao's arms and complained. She was so excited that she couldn't let go of her hatred. She walked over and kicked the old man on the ground, shouting, "It's all your fault. Why aren't you dead yet!"
The old man closed his eyes in despair.
Zhao Yao had a gloomy face and stared at the old man on the ground sinisterly. Yes, why wasn't he dead yet? His flesh and blood had been fed to her, and there was no value left in his body.
What is he still alive for?
What an eyesore!
When the little beggar came in, he happened to see Zhao Zihua kicking the old man. He hurried over, pushed Zhao Zihua away, and then went to see the old man who was coughing badly.
"Uncle, are you okay?" the little beggar asked in a crying voice.
The old man could no longer answer him.
The little beggar burst into tears and shouted angrily at Zhao Yao and Zhao Zihua, "Are you still human?"
“Is there still humanity?”
"Even if you don't recognize him, even if he's a stranger, you can't treat him like this!"
Zhao Yao said coldly, "What do you know?"
"What qualifications do you have to scold me?"
"Do you think that just because he saved you, you are qualified to recognize him as your uncle? Haha, do you know who he is?"
"He... is the emperor's younger brother, Prince Shou Zhao Bing. If he wasn't in such a bad state, you wouldn't even be qualified to lick his shoes!"
"You are just a lowly stinking beggar. You have no right to interfere in the affairs between him and me!"
"How dare you hit my daughter... If you know what's good for you and kowtow to my daughter and apologize, I will spare your life. Otherwise, when I return to the palace, I will tear you into pieces!"
“Hahahaha…” The little beggar couldn’t help laughing. He kept shaking his head and muttered, “Crazy, they are all crazy…”
The little beggar ignored them and hugged the old man tightly, sobbing, "Uncle... the money is gone, I'm sorry..."
Zhao Bing looked at the little beggar quietly, raised his hand with difficulty, and covered the little beggar's face, "Don't cry..."
The little beggar cried even harder.
Zhao Bing felt mixed emotions.
The reason he saved him was because he knew he was dying and wanted to find someone to take care of his daughter and granddaughter.
I didn't expect this child to be so kind.
Zhao Bing felt sad and regretful. Why could a stranger remember his kindness? But he gave everything to Zhao Yao, but she was not moved at all.
Zhao Bing knew that he couldn't survive the night. Zhao Zihua's kicks were about to send him to hell.
He was very regretful and sad, and until his death, his daughter and granddaughter refused to acknowledge him.
What’s even more sad is that after his death, they were left alone with no one to take care of them.
"Cough cough cough..."
"Uncle, are you okay?" The little beggar suddenly asked in horror, "Uncle, you vomited blood!"
Zhao Bing shook his head at the little beggar, and his eyes slowly moved from his face to the moonlight outside, gradually becoming a little colder.
Zhao Bing only understood at this moment.
He is the same as Zhao Yao.
They are equally ungrateful, only caring about their own likes and dislikes, regardless of others, and extremely selfish.
Zhao Bing said in a hoarse voice, "Dog, I... after I die... you..."
When the little beggar heard this, he was in great panic and pain, "Uncle, please don't die. You are the only one in the world who loves me. If you die, what will I do?"
"I don't want you to die!"
"Promise me, or I will...die with regret!"
The little beggar held back his tears and nodded heavily, "Uncle, don't worry, I promise you."
Zhao Bingsong smiled quickly, his pupils gradually dilated, "Promise me that you will take good care of them...mother and daughter...for me."
The little beggar suddenly froze.
With tears in his eyes, he looked at the old man who had died in his arms, and in his ears he heard Zhao Yao's sharp sneer.
What is she laughing at?
Laughing at him?
After an unknown amount of time, the little beggar got up, went out to dig a hole, and buried Zhao Bing.
After the burial, it was already dawn.
The little beggar looked at the grave in front of him and felt inexplicably cold.
At this time, Zhao Yao's bossy voice came from far away in the dilapidated temple, "Little beggar, why don't you go beg for food!"
The little beggar turned around in a daze, and just after taking a few steps, he suddenly bumped into a man's arms. The man's body was so hard that it hurt him.
Above my head, a man's clear and melodious voice was heard, "Little brother, watch the road."
The little beggar looked up and saw a tall and mighty man dressed in black. Not only him, but there were more than a dozen people beside him, all wearing the same clothes. They were all in black, serious and looked a little scary.
Before the little beggar could speak, a man in black beside him asked, "Little brother, do you live in the ruined temple in front?"
The little beggar nodded blankly.
The two leading men in black exchanged glances, and the other man asked, "Do you know if there is a seventeen-year-old girl named Zhao Zihua in the dilapidated temple?"
The little beggar's pupils dilated slightly.
The Man in Black confirmed.
Without saying a word, he led his men into the dilapidated temple. The little beggar was still in a daze. The man who was hit smiled faintly and threw him a silver ingot. "Little brother, there has never been any Zhao Zihua here. You have never seen her, let alone us. Do you understand?"
The little beggar didn't understand and just stared blankly at the big silver ingot in front of him. How much money did it cost? He couldn't help but think that his uncle had died early and he was rich now.
The little beggar took the silver, his confused expression gradually cleared up, and he nodded cautiously.
"Who is Zhao Zihua?"
The man in black smiled with satisfaction, his eyes showing some approval.
In the ruined temple, Zhao Yao was lying on the bed, talking to the system, [When will the emperor's people come? ]
As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black rushed in, and when he saw Zhao Zihua, he asked, "Are you Zhao Zihua?"
Zhao Zihua stood up excitedly. Has the Emperor's grandfather finally come to see her?
She nodded repeatedly, "I am who I am!"
The man in black narrowed his eyes coldly, his expression somewhat intriguing, and he ordered, "Take her away!"
The man in black behind them came forward and picked up Zhao Zihua. The group of people were about to leave. Seeing this, Zhao Yao crawled over from the bed, screaming, fearing that she would be forgotten.
"And I!"
"I am Princess Huai'an!"
"Take me with you!"
The man in black suddenly stopped, slowly turned around and looked at her, his sharp eyes scanning her face as if confirming.
Zhao Yao frowned and said, "Zihua! Talk to him!"
Zhao Zihua said arrogantly, "She is my mother, Princess Huai'an, you can't treat her badly! Otherwise, I will go back and tell my grandfather, and I will tear you all into pieces!"
Perhaps because they were afraid of Zhao Zihua's threat, the group of black-clothed people fell silent. The atmosphere around them was a little weird, until the leader of the black-clothed people said calmly, "Then take her with you!"