: I still feel sorry for myself even if I wear flowers in ancient times

In the Poseidon Realm, removing You Zilian from the family tree is nothing new, and there is no need to go to Linyuan Pavilion to receive the punishment.

However, he pretended to have a deep blood relationship and refused to admit the true date when You Zilian was written into the family tree.

It means that you are trapped in a cocoon and shot yourself in the foot.

"Come on, take your self-pity home with you."

Zeng Lao suppressed his gloomy resentment and said with concern: "I feel sorry for myself because my legs and feet are inconvenient and my eyes can't work. I must go to Qiongcheng to ask the best alchemist to treat her."

"I'm not going."

The self-pitying mother-in-law never realized that Chu Yue was speaking for her and had offended the entire You family for her.

She should let go of her weakness and speak with a sonorous voice.

"Why? Don't you want to go home?"

"My father died tragically on the hospital bed. As an old lady, I have had nightmares every night for many years and dare not go back."

The self-pitying mother-in-law emphasized her words, "You were not here at the time, but you should have heard that the You family was so big at that time, and there were medical clinics all over the city. I knelt down and kowtowed, begging for no doctor. How do you want me to go back now?"

"I have been selling my crafts for decades, but I am not valued by others. The world underestimates me and treats my crafts like rubbish. I am the son of Miss Chu Emperor, Mr. Ye."

"Now that my parents have entered the genealogy, they have fulfilled their wishes. In the next three to five years, I will only be able to repay my kindness. I wonder if Miss Chu Di and Young Master Ye will give the old lady this chance."

Self-pitying mother-in-law looked in the direction of Chu Yue's previous voice.

The blurred vision is like a dense fog.

An outline can be vaguely seen.

The bright red color stood out among the crowd who also couldn't see clearly.

"Of course." Chu Yue smiled.

Xiaobao's eyes were bright, and he and Jiang Xiaoguai walked over to help the old man.

Chu Yue was about to go back home, but Mr. Zeng called her to stop her.

"Miss Chu Emperor."

Chu Yue looked sideways.

Mr. Zeng no longer knelt on the ground. He stood up and brushed off the dust with his sleeves. He then slowly raised his gray and old eyes to look at Chu Yue. He arched his hands, lowered his voice, and congratulated:,

"The girl is a genius. I wish her a prosperous martial arts career, a long life without any trouble, and a long life without any bad luck. I wish her not to be entangled in bad luck and provoke wild ghosts."

Chu Yue understood what Zeng Lao meant.

"My destiny is hard, and the King of Hell dare not accept it. But Mr. Zeng is already old, so he should take good care of himself. Eat well, drink well, and live well."

Chu Yue said something meaningful, and she saw that Zeng Lao's face was extremely pale, as black as the bottom of a pot that was burnt.

The night is already dark.

Chu Yue took Xiaobao, Xiaoguai and Zi Pity Granny back to Xingyun Sect, and arranged a residence for Zi Pity Granny in Tianjiao Mountain.

When they were behind the scenes, the self-pitying mother-in-law shed tears and thanked her: "Miss Chu Emperor, old lady, I am so virtuous and capable. I have met a noble person in such a rare age. I even thought about how great it would be if I could have met this girl earlier.

The broken body can't do anything, it will only cause trouble to the girl and become a burden."

In the early years, when she was younger, she would have been willing to be a cow or a horse.

Nowadays, they are not even as good as cattle and horses.

"For good things, don't be afraid of being late."

Chu Yue said seriously: "My mother-in-law has been working hard for her father's faith all her life. She has not wavered for decades, so she is worthy of the respect of practitioners in the world."

"If my mother-in-law is willing, I am willing to pay to build a pavilion for my mother-in-law. Its name is Flower Self-Pity."

In ancient times, wearing flowers is still pity for myself.

Why not give it a try?

The self-pitying mother-in-law's expression froze.

After a moment of silence, numbness filled with extreme surprise.

"Hua Zi Lian Pavilion should be built as the most prosperous central city in the Poseidon Realm.

Every item for sale should be carefully crafted by your predecessors.

The craftsmanship is unique and only three pieces are sold per month.”

Chu Yue spoke eloquently, with brilliance flowing in her eyes, which was the yearning for money.

In Xu Yu's words, she is a little junior sister who is as sacred as a fairy, but sometimes she is wretched.

"Three pieces?" Jiang Xiaoguai asked in confusion: "Why only three pieces are sold?"

There are so many shops in this world with so many things to offer, how can you only buy three in a month?

Chu Yue slowly explained: "The first one, on the first day of every month, is given to the practitioners who queue up to take their numbers at the Flower Self-Pity Pavilion. The second one, on the fifteenth day of every month, is only given to lovers. The third one, every month.

On the last day of the auction, it will be auctioned at the Flower Self-Pity Pavilion."

These three crafts represent different meanings respectively.

One is luck.

The second is the most pure and flawless white love.

The third one symbolizes supreme wealth and status.

Give them to people at different levels in the Poseidon Realm.

When the old woman heard this fantastic idea, her eyes widened in surprise.

The dry and shrunken lips were slightly open, full of shock.

After so many years of doing crafts, she had a special feeling for the first time.

She, an ancient and disabled person, was as passionate as she was when she was young, and wanted to do something great.

"Yes, I really do," my mother-in-law said excitedly with tears in her eyes.

Jiang Jun was lying on the bed between the brocade quilts in the palace on the mountain, his eyes were filled with deep thoughts, and the corners of his lips curled up into a slight smile.

"Aunt Chu."

Jiang Xiaoguai's eyes widened, "I have never heard such remarks in the upper realm. You will definitely become the best person in the three realms."

Not only in terms of martial arts talent, but also in the way of doing business.

Chu Yue smiled slightly and looked sideways at the sky.

Midnight is approaching.

It’s time for the lords of the upper world to go back to their own places.

Jiang Jun, Xue Niang, Yuan Yuan’s grandfather...

It's time to go back.

There is another one... Yan Xiao pitiful.

After Chu Yue settled the old woman, she walked up the mountain, opened the wooden door and walked into the small kitchen.

A clearly tall and tall figure suddenly appeared to be lonely and weak. He was huddled in the corner, his eyes shining with tears. In the dim and lightless place, he looked down eagerly and turned the pages of the book with his hands.

The last page reads:

father.

You used to say that Yan'er was too thin and didn't like to eat.

Look.

Yan'er ate a lot of food.

That cat-like girl is more edible than Yan'er.

...

Tears clung to the eyelids, wanting to fall but not falling.

The moonlight streaming in from the window made Master Yan feel even more lonely.

When the door opened, he looked over with languid eyes.

The moon and stars are sparse.

A person appears against the clear light.

"Ye Chuyue."

He howled.

Chu Yue hummed.

Outside, the cold wind was blowing, and the law enforcement team had already appeared in the dark blue and lonely night sky.
To be continued...