After rebirth, I cried and criticized the prince

Chapter 73: A Pool of Mud

Little Yuanzhao smiled at Huang Jiuyuan, a rare sight, and said, "What is Yunxiang Pavilion? Is it the same as Wenxiang Tower? Can you listen to music there? I've never heard anyone sing before, and I want to go."

Helan Xuenuo tapped Xiao Yuanzhao on the head with her knuckles.

Xiao Yuanzhao was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong? I didn't do anything..."

Helan Xuenuo threatened, "That's not a good place. Don't go there anymore. If you go there, your brother will definitely hang you up and beat you.

Huang Jiuyuan saw Xiao Zhu glaring at him with disdain, and then he looked at Helan Xuenuo with the same disdain. He explained, "Don't listen to what people say. Although I'm a dashing, unrestrained man, I'm not as dissolute as you think. I really went there to listen to some music and have a few drinks. The top performers at Yunxiang Pavilion are honest men who sell their art but not their bodies."

He shook his head in disappointment and continued, "I have many concubines in my mansion, but it was a matter of mutual consent. Most of them are pitiful people who came to the Prime Minister's residence to seek refuge. It's better to follow me than to starve to death or be sold, right? Some of them were even redeemed by me from brothels. If they are willing, I can let them go at any time, but they are unwilling to leave."

Helan Xuenuo was skeptical about Huang Jiuyuan's words.

After all, Huang Jiuyuan's reputation was rotten to the core and had become a mess in the capital.

If Shen Yinzhen hadn't fallen in love with him, she wouldn't have married her child to Huang Jiuyuan out of love for her own daughter.

What Huang Jiuyuan said was all true. Over the years, he had taken in eight concubines, big and small. Some of them were caught and sold on the streets, some were sold to brothels by their family members and brothers to pay off debts, and some were really pitiful and unwilling to commit themselves to the mud.

After all, most of them are poor people.

Those who were willing to enter the prime minister's mansion as concubines did so out of their own free will. He never forced them to do anything. Even if they wanted to leave the prime minister's mansion, he would give them some silver and let them go.

Back and forth, some faked their deaths, some faked their deaths, and now there are eight concubines left.

But no one understood him, and he often felt lonely. There were some honest officials from wealthy families who had fallen on hard times in Yunxiang Pavilion who could chat with him.

Helan Xuenuo looked doubtful, "Then...it was you who molested Yaniang last time in the Niu Shi era."

"You mean the knife shop owner?"

Helan Xuenuo nodded and reached out to play with her hair. It seemed that what Huang Jiuyuan said was nonsense, and she didn't take it to heart.

Huang Jiuyuan said, "What's wrong? You can look at good-looking men, but I can't look at good-looking women? I didn't touch her, I just asked her. She's a beautiful girl, how dangerous it is to be in the bull market all day long."

Helan Xuenuo laughed, "Stop talking nonsense, I don't believe it."

She really didn't believe Huang Jiuyuan. After all, Huang Jiuyuan's reputation had long been rotten in the mud.

Huang Jiuyuan was helpless, with a sudden look of loss on his face. He had never explained so much to anyone before, but for some reason today, this mouth seemed to be not his own, and everything blurted out.

He seemed a little afraid that Helan Xuenuo would misunderstand him, and when Helan Xuenuo looked at him with disdain, he was worried about losing this friend.

Helan Xuenuo just thought what he said was just his excuses and nonsense.

He wanted to explain something, but he saw Helan Xuenuo stand up and smile, looking nonchalant, "Hurry up and listen to the music, Master Huang, it's time for us to go back home."

The words got stuck in his throat and he didn't say anything more.

After watching Helan Xuenuo and the others return home, he suddenly lost interest in listening to the music and turned back to the Prime Minister's residence.

When he returned to the Prime Minister's residence and stepped into the inner hall, he heard the Prime Minister's scolding, "You grandson, what are you doing back here? You have to make the Prime Minister's residence a mess?"

Next to the Prime Minister was his half-brother, the second son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Huang Weiming, who was born to the third concubine, Qiao.

Huang Jiuyuan's biological mother died early.

He was grinning, but he didn't expect to be slapped so hard in the face. The slap was so strong that he stumbled and fell to the ground without warning, with a trace of bright red flowing from the corner of his mouth.

His head was dizzy from the beating. He touched the corner of his mouth, looked at the bright red between his fingers, and smiled coldly with an indifferent expression.

He has gotten used to it over the years.

If his grandmother hadn't been there, he would have been beaten to death.

His half-brother rushed to him with an anxious look on his face, begging, "Father, please let me go. I didn't mean to do that."

The Prime Minister paused as he was about to strike another slap. He flicked his sleeves in anger, his mouth twitching as he spoke, "If it weren't for this unfilial son using some tricks, would the girl from the Shen family have turned around and discussed marriage with the Second Prince? Tell me, what tricks did you use, unfilial son?"

His eyes were filled with anger. Huang Jiuyuan knew why his father was so angry. It was because the spies in the palace had reported something and the Prime Minister got to know about it. Huang Jiuyuan had ruined the marriage with the Minister of Personnel's Mansion, causing them to lose their power in the court, so naturally he was angry.

He looked at Huang Weiming who was standing in front of him and felt extremely annoyed. The person he hated most in his life was Huang Weiming. He loved acting since he was a child. He pushed him into the water from the front and only shouted for help when someone came from behind.

He pushed Huang Weiming away impatiently and yelled, "Get out of here. There's no need for your hypocrisy."

Huang Weiming slumped aside and said aggrievedly, "Brother, what's wrong? What did I do wrong?"

Huang Jiuyuan saw Huang Weiming starting his tricks again, which made him look so ignorant. He guessed that his father would go crazy again.

Sure enough, the next moment the Prime Minister kicked him and shouted, "You rebellious son! If you weren't the legitimate son of the Prime Minister's family, if your grandmother didn't protect you, I wouldn't even bother to see you die out there. You have no ambition, your reputation is rotten, and you've been living a dissolute life, taking concubines everywhere, and I didn't care about you. Now even Shen Yinzhen, who has been devoted to you for so many years, doesn't want you anymore. What's the use of you, a piece of mud? I have many sons, I don't need you anymore."

Huang Jiuyuan knew that what his father said was true. He indeed had many sons. After his mother died, his father took five concubines in succession and had six sons, making him seven.

Among the three wives, Huang Weiming is the one he likes the most and is also the one he loves the most.

If it weren't for my grandmother and elder sister, and if my elder sister hadn't been discussing marriage with the third prince, he would have died somewhere long ago.

He smiled coldly, "Father, what means do I have to stop a nice girl from marrying me? If I really had such means, you wouldn't beat me like this now. I'm just a pile of mud, and you look down on me. You have so many sons, so I can be one more, right? I won't need you to worry about where I go after I die."

The Prime Minister was so angry that he glared at him with bloodshot eyes. He stretched out his hand to slap Huang Jiuyuan again.

Huang Weiming immediately stopped the Prime Minister and said with concern, "Father, don't be angry. Big brother definitely didn't mean it. Please don't be angry. You are the sky of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Everyone depends on your protection."

Huang Jiuyuan glanced at Huang Weiming and immediately felt disgusted. Huang Weiming was extremely hypocritical.

The eight things that didn't happen were done by his spies. He kept several spies watching him all day long.

Most of the rumors in Beijing were caused by Huang Weiming.

The Prime Minister shook his head and sighed, "Weiming, good boy, having a child like you makes your life worthwhile."

He felt very relieved and patted Huang Weiming.

"It's just that this rebellious son is really hateful."

His eyes returned to Huang Jiuyuan again.