Chapter 47 Compared with acting skills, who is afraid of whom?
Ye Mohan didn't mention this, but when he mentioned this, Xi Yan suddenly felt like he was collapsed, holding his legs and knelt down suddenly: "Your Highness, it's not that the minister is willing to do this, but... it's really a last resort."
She got into the show for a second, and tears fell like beads with broken threads: "Mom was seriously ill, but her father refused to hire a doctor, wanting us mother and daughter to fend for themselves. I wanted to learn some medical skills from the doctors in the market, but I still couldn't get the money to get medicine for my mother. The Prime Minister deducted our monthly silver and refused to give me a copper coin. I really had no choice..."
She choked, as if she couldn't speak, and buried her face between his knees and cried.
Prime Minister Qiao and Qiao Xiyu were completely confused at this moment. They never expected that this waste would turn the blame.
The onlookers next to them immediately booed, and suddenly couldn't help but pity this miserable but strong woman. When they looked at Qiao Xiyu again, their eyes became complicated.
The sisterly love she performed just now turned into a joke.
What kind of kindness, gentleness, knowledgeable and well-educated, but they were all for outsiders to see. In fact, the second lady and her mother wanted to kill the eldest lady and daughter immediately. When they got sick, they were not allowed to take care of each other's monthly routine. Isn't this a different way to kill people?
"Don't be afraid." Ye Mohan comforted her soft seaweed hair, "From now on, I will be here."
"Um."
Xiyan nodded weakly, but still did not recover and leaned on his knees and sobbed.
Ye Mohan's knife-like gaze went to Prime Minister Qiao. If his eyes could kill people, the father and daughter would have been torn to pieces.
Prime Minister Qiao was discomfortable by the strange eyes of the people around him. He seemed to have been slapped on his face, and he felt a scorching pain: "Your Highness, the old minister is wronged."
"Your Highness clearly observed that Dad and Mother have never treated their sister harshly." Qiao Xiyu quickly defended, as if extremely aggrieved, "Sister, how can you..."
"You have known what you have done. I have seen a lot of what you should see and don't see. I didn't expose it at the beginning, just wanted to leave some face for the Prime Minister." Ye Mohan swept his sharp eyes, "Don't treat everyone as a fool."
Qiao Xiyu's face turned purple and she wanted to refute, but she was afraid that the Ghost King would do something else, which would make them even more unable to get out of Taiwan.
His Highness the Ghost King no longer paid attention to her and raised his hand to pat Xiyan's back: "It's nothing if those people don't care about you. You are already my princess. As long as I am here for one day, I will protect you for a day and no one dares to bully you again."
The crowd was in an uproar again.
They never knew that the violent and perverse Ghost King, who even the emperor, had such a gentle side, and was also to a woman.
Are they crazy or are this world fantasy?
"Your Highness, let's go, I don't want to see them again."
Xiyan pulled Ye Mohan's sleeve, but this time she still didn't give Qiao Xiyu and the others a good look, but this time no one said she was not polite.
The onlookers felt relieved. Pretty bitches like Prime Minister Qiao and Qiao Xiyu were indeed not worthy of sympathy.
His Highness the Ghost King completely ignored the emotions of others and pulled Xiyan away.
Chapter completed!