Chapter 160

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Du Zhu and the Empress Dowager’s Various Matters (14)

Bai Weiwei resented the iron that didn’t become steel. “You have gotten half of your blood from the Bai family, you should have the spirit of our Bai family.”

Little fatty: What was the spirit of their Bai family? Bullying people?

Little fatty cringed a little and said: “Mother, whether the Bai family or the royal family are good or not, they have all been killed.”

He may be small, but he was not stupid. Having seen many shady dealings, he certainly knew that their situation was not good.

When Bai Weiwei heard this, the tears in her eyes rolled down immediately. She cried with forbearance. “I know, daddy, mother, brother are all dead.”

Little fatty didn’t think she would start weeping when she persuaded him. He was at a loss for a while.

Bai Weiwei finally collapsed. She lowered her head and tears fell down one by one.

“I still remember crying when father sent me to the palace. I’ll always remember that he taught me to be humble and to treat others with sincerity.”

Little fatty: I remember that my grandfather didn’t always teach me ethically. Their family was very powerful, don’t be afraid to kill people.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“My mother told me that daddy had always been working hard for the court and his body was exhausted.”

Little fatty: Wait, wasn’t my grandfather always in the brothels, how was his body tired?

“My brother told me years ago that he was going to defend the borders and protect the people.”

Little fatty looked a little awkward, wasn’t his uncle the most lazy, lustful and greedy? Would he defend the city?

Bai Weiwei mourned with a hoarse voice. “But why, if they are going to die. I don’t know what I did wrong, why was it not me instead?”

Little fatty was moved. He thought his mother was greedy, crude and fearful of death, unexpectedly she was virtuous and beautiful?

And Mu Yanjun, who stood outside the door, also frowned slightly.

Was she really not aware of the dirty affairs of the Bai family?

【Ding, the male lead’s favorability is at -15.】

When the little fatty was about to say something, the door opened. Mu Yanjun walked in slowly wearing red and black clothes.

He faintly glanced, “Come on, the time for imperial court has arrived, asking the Emperor to go out.”

Someone immediately headed in and bowed his head, another person stood to force the little fatty to go preside over the court.

Bai Weiwei immediately struggled to get up and was going to protect little fatty. “Don’t touch him.”

Mu Yanjun came to her side, reached out and gently pushed her back onto the bed. “The Empress Dowager is tired and should rest.”

In this delay, the little fatty was sent out and the door closed.

When Bai Weiwei saw the closed door, she appeared wary. She immediately shrank into the corner of the bed, and pulled the quilt tightly around herself.

Mu Yanjun saw her like this, and faintly smiled, “I touched and rubbed, squeezed and fondled. What do you think you’re hiding now?”

Bai Weiwei was silent.

Mu Yanjun found that what he disliked the most was when she ignored him.

He was as cold as ice. “You don’t want to go see your nephew, what are you doing?”

Mu Yanjun did not say her son and directly called him her nephew.

Bai Weiwei’s eyes were surprised, at last no longer indifferent.

Mu Yanjun had a chilly smile and abruptly picked her up along with her quilt and went straight out.

Bai Weiwei was not wearing her outer clothes and started struggling. “What are you doing?”

Mu Yanjun easily suppressed her movements, “Imperial court.”

When Bai Weiwei realized what this sentence meant, she was already sitting on Mu Yanjun’s lap, facing the Ministers of Civil and Military Affairs.

Although there was a bead curtain across the front, it was still very shameful.

Mu Yanjun held her with one hand and reviewed documents with the other hand.

Bai Weiwei saw some of the officials below looking up and watching them, and could not help but shake. She wanted to push Mu Yanjun away.

Mu Yanjun with a not too light or heavy touch pinched her waist, and whispered ambiguously with his lips close to her ear: “Move again, and I will pin you down here.”