Yun Zhiyuan had just recalled a little. Fortunately, he had not taken these two little bastards seriously back then and had not beaten them up personally.
Now, he just had to leave everything to the old woman beside him.
That slap stunned Luo Die and Yun Qingqing.
After all, Luo Die was the daughter of an aristocratic family. She had never been humiliated like this before. She wanted to rush forward and argue with her husband, but Yun Qingqing grabbed her arm. "Mother, you must have been deceived by that vicious slave beside you. That evil slave also said in front of me that the children my sister gave birth to were lunatics."
Luo Die thought for a moment and immediately understood the meaning behind her daughter's words. She quickly put on an aggrieved expression and raised her hand to wipe the tears that fell from the corners of her eyes.
"Yes, that slave is dead now. I'm afraid His Highness won't be able to find her to avenge the two children."
