The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer Chapter 1869 - 43: Play However You Like

What Shujun said, Dong Huiying had already seen through. The Qin family’s slow treatnt didn’t even bother to cover it up, intentionally making that so-called "Young Master" title a joke.

But that didn’t matter, even if Yixuan wasn’t Qin Xuan, he was still the Little Liu of the Liang family, the younger brother of the brothers, and soone she valued.

"I’m worried about Yue Ning, will he really be okay?"

Shujun smiled slyly, "You, your impression of him is stuck a long ti ago. You think he’s dumb? He only acts that way in front of our own family, but actually."

Shujun glanced at his head, "He beca smart long ago. Back in the Great Northwest, he clearly suspected that the Wolf King was Lao Si, but what happened? In front of that scher Fengsu, he was able to act flawlessly, even successfully tricking Fengsu. If he were truly dumb, how could he fool Fengsu."

"Uh?"

Dong Huiying looked stunned.

Shujun lay in her arms, then picked up a bunch of grapes, first feeding one to his wife, and then eating another himself.

"Anyway, don’t worry, just watch. Besides, this developnt is more interesting, isn’t it?"

He smiled slyly.

Dong Huiying scratched her head, pondering for a while, "Whatever, as long as you’re happy."

Seeing Shujun’s confident appearance, she decided not to worry. After all, even if sothing really happened, wasn’t she still there? Even if the sky was torn open, she didn’t believe it couldn’t be patched up.

So, play, enjoy to your heart’s content! It could be said she was quite indulgent.

...

This was a blue sedan chair, dark blue, originally for the old woman of the Qin family. She had no genuine intention of welcoming the Young Master, clearly intending to give a cold reception first, making him understand "his" identity, a deliberate humiliation with ill intentions.

However, she hadn’t expected the Young Master to travel with others, and judging by their appearance, they wouldn’t be easy to deal with. Especially those guards posing as house servants, at a glance, she could tell they were tough fighters, having seen blood, their aura of killing intent hard to conceal, at best deceiving those inexperienced.

Regardless, with the Young Master now in the hands of their line of the Second Elder, it was like a dough in their hands, at their rcy.

With this thought, the old woman, though walking beside the chair with an umbrella, revealed an aged smile.

Let them be pleased with themselves for now.

At the sa mont, Yue Ning sat inside the sedan chair, pretending to be silly, yet acted quite properly, straightening his back deliberately.

Then: "..."

"Ahem, hey, stop the chair."

He shouted, and the bearers outside frowned but didn’t stop.

Yue Ning thought for a mont, then: "Bang!"

He kicked the sedan chair, causing it to sway, soone lost balance, the bearer loosening their grip, and the chair fell to the ground.

"Oh, it hurts so much!"

Yue Ning crawled out, glaring, especially angry. Coupled with his inherently irritable nature, he looked like a furious rooster.

"Are you trying to kill ? No wonder they say you an ill towards !"

"I’m not going back! I’m... I’m going back to the villa, I want to complain!"

As for whom to complain to? Naturally, it was Old Mrs. Qin.

Yue Ning thought, though I’m not that Young Master, but my Little Liu is.