First, he sent his son to the Golden Scale Academy from the family school despite her objection and let his son and daughter go with him.
He was good to his son and daughter, but he was unfair to her Runer.
How could a concubine's son and daughter have such good fortune?
Madame Han couldn't help but say these words. Her face was full of hatred and jealousy.
Han Yu said, "Since you have a grudge against me, why did you get yourself into trouble that year?"
After he got married, he handed over the two maidservants who had served him to her and told her to settle them down. He gave them a generous sum of money to remarry. It was obvious that she refused his proposal and even made them his concubines after his eldest son, Han Run, was born.
If Madame Han hadn't asked someone to stop the concubine soup, the concubine's son and daughter wouldn't have been born.
"Men are fickle since ancient times. They say one thing but think another. Langjun obviously wants to keep them. How dare I not do as you say?" Madam Han said, "I also know that Langjun is not infatuated with women. It's better to have two beautiful, obedient women in the backyard than Langjun learning from those dissolute wastrels and sleeping with women every day, isn't it? If Lanting Duke was me, would Langjun still be so fickle? "
Han Yu said angrily, "You are getting more and more ridiculous. What does this have to do with the lord?"
Even if he was jealous, he should follow the basic rules!
Madame Han saw Han Yu's fierce reaction and her heart turned colder. She couldn't control her calm demeanor anymore.
"Han Wenbin, you bastard!"
That night was destined to be a sleepless one for the Han family.
Han Run prepared for the next day and reviewed the key points during the day. He was about to fall asleep when he heard hurried footsteps.
"Langjun, something bad happened. Master and Madame are fighting!"
Han Run was yawning tiredly. When he heard this, he almost choked, and his drowsiness disappeared.
"What!" Han Run exclaimed in shock. "Who's fighting with who?"
The housekeeper said, "Master and Madame are fighting."
Han Run opened his eyes wide in shock.
He really couldn't associate his gentle wife and his dignified mother with "fighting".
Why couldn't they just quarrel? Why did they have to fight?
Han Run regained his composure after a long while. He hurried all the way to the main courtyard. Before he could even get close to the main gate, he heard a series of clanking sounds.
He could still vaguely hear his mother's strange and sharp argument.
Han Run was very anxious, but he didn't dare to push open the main gate.
His mother was an extremely proud and strong-willed person. She would rather die than let others laugh at her, even if it was her son.
Just as he was feeling anxious, the front door suddenly opened. Han Run saw his father's clothes in disarray, his hair disheveled, there were a few bloodstains on his cheek, and his eyes were black and blue. He cut a sorry figure. Han Run was just about to speak, but his voice was stuck in his throat. No matter how hard he tried, he could not spit it out.
Han Yu looked down at his son and said, "Go in and persuade your mother. I'm going to stay with your Uncle Wei for two days."
Han Run nodded numbly as he watched his father's back gradually disappear.
He heard his mother's cries grow louder.
Han Run had seen his mother cry, but no matter how sad she had been, she had always maintained a dignified demeanor and had never been rude in front of others.
But now …
Han Run thought his father had lost control and hit his mother, but when he entered the room, he found that his mother's clothes and hair were a little messy, but there were no external injuries.
Of course, Han Yu had never thought about fighting back. He had been chased and beaten the whole time.
Mrs. Han said in a hoarse voice, "Run …"
Han Run answered, "Mother, your son is here."
Mrs. Han hugged her son and sobbed loudly.
On the other side, Han Yu changed into a clean set of clothes and told the housekeeper to warn the servants. Then he went to find Wei Ci.
Wei Ci didn't expect Han Yu to visit him so late at night. He was scared by Han Yu's big face.
"You …"
Han Yu said, "Your sister-in-law scratched me."
"Oh," Wei Ci said with a smile, "The grape trellis fell."
Han Yu didn't want to argue with Wei Ci's mischievous character, so he asked him directly.
"A long time ago, Zixiao reminded me to be careful of my wife's family. I'm not sure if you can be more specific."
Han Yu and Wei Ci were not only brothers, but also classmates for more than ten years. Of course, the two of them were very familiar with each other.
Wei Ci wouldn't have said that if he wasn't 100% sure.
There must be some inside story here!
"Wenbin also knows that I have learned some skills from the outside world, and I can peep into the secrets of heaven by chance." Wei Ci sighed and said, "I didn't dare to say it in detail before, for fear of offending the secrets of heaven. But now I don't. The lord will ascend to the throne in the future, but Wenbin's wife's family is a burden. "
Han Yu was puzzled, "Although my father-in-law is extreme, he is not someone who doesn't know how to adapt to the circumstances."
He really didn't understand why Wei Ci wanted to be a burden.
"Adapting to the circumstances doesn't mean that I'm not greedy." Wei Ci said, "What if Wenbin's wife's family and other aristocratic families intend to overthrow the court and change the throne? To support a puppet emperor to ascend the throne, not only will my sister-in-law be involved, but Wenbin and his eldest son, Han Run, will also die here! "
For the officials, a wise and assertive emperor was not a good thing.
Han Yu's face turned pale after hearing that, but he quickly figured out the key point.
"When the lord ascends the throne, it is necessary to reorganize all the industries. The most important one is the salt and iron industry. Wenbin, do you still remember how your sister-in-law's wife's family made a living? " Wei Ci reminded him again, "If the lord wants to take back the salt business, won't it affect the foundation of that family?"
Taking people's money was like killing their parents.
How many aristocratic families would oppose the emperor's action?
Han Yu's wife's family was not the only aristocratic family that had tasted the sweetness of this industry. Who would be willing to let go of it easily?
Just as the emperor said …
The chaotic times had fostered the ambition of these people, making them forget their original intentions one by one.
The salt and iron industry were originally monopolized by the government. If the people were to smelt and boil the salt, they could accumulate millions of wealth in an instant and create a powerful force. However, there would be a huge gap in the country's taxes. When the crisis came, how could the country resist the risks and crises?
Han Yu was sweating profusely after listening to just a few words.
"Try to persuade my sister-in-law. If you can't persuade her, it's better for her to divorce. If she doesn't sever ties with her family, you won't be able to escape death! "
It was better to destroy ten temples than to ruin a marriage.
Wei Ci didn't want to persuade Han Yu and Mrs. Han to divorce unless he had no other choice.
Han Yu was struggling inside and asked Wei Ci.
"What you've said … is every word true?"
Wei Ci nodded. Han Yu seemed to have lost all his strength. He looked a lot more dispirited.
"When it's time to make a decision, it's not only for you, but also for the family."
In his previous life, Han Yu's wife and eldest son were involved in the conspiracy to usurp the throne. Naturally, Han Yu couldn't escape.
If the emperor wanted to protect Han Yu, she couldn't punish the others severely. She could only deal with them gently.
In order not to put the emperor in a difficult position, Han Yu committed suicide by swallowing gold. He claimed to the public that he committed suicide to escape punishment. The huge Han family fell apart.
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