Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 373 My Vicious Cousin 7

Meng Yunluo did not kill Ding Zhao, but instead pulled out his tongue, broke his hands and feet, threw him into a pile of beggars, and then ordered people to erase all traces of Ding Zhao from birth.

Who is he? He is just Ding Zhao, a servant who was expelled from the Ministry of Rites.

Qingmo was naturally aware of Ding Zhao's situation, after all, she had been keeping an eye on the kid.

Ha, she really is her good cousin, just as ruthless as her.

Then she would naturally help her out.

Princess Chu wanted a son, so we'll give her one.

The scene changes.

Ding Zhao was on the verge of death among the beggars. The excruciating pain in his hands and feet and the despair of losing his tongue almost consumed him, all thanks to Meng Yunluo.

Love taken to the extreme becomes hate.

I can't die, I can't die! I still want to be the crown prince, and I still want to make those two bastards wish they were dead.

Ding Zhao kept repeating this in his heart. He was unwilling to accept it. Even if he died, he would make that Meng woman pay with her life.

He has lost everything, and now the only thing keeping him alive is the Chu King's mansion.

Whether he lives or dies is no longer important; he only wants them to die.

Love?

He loved Meng Yunluo so much that he would have died for her in his previous life.

But that was when he willingly died for her, not like now, tormented by her, unable to live or die.

And that bitch Meng Qingqing, what right does she have?

Why shouldn't she protect herself?

They all deserve to die.

At this moment, Ding Zhao complained about everything under the sun, even the air itself, and even the Queen Consort of Chu.

Why didn't his mother come to acknowledge him sooner? Why did she make him wait so long?

Just as Ding Zhao was filled with resentment, a magnificent carriage stopped beside the pile of beggars.

The carriage door opened, and Qingmo came over with several servants.

Upon seeing this entourage, the beggars knew that this was a distinguished person and gathered around.

"Please, kind sir, have pity on us! Please, kind sir, give us some food!"

Two servants blocked the beggar, while two others went to the carriage and unloaded a basket of steamed buns.

"Make way, make way, our young lady is distributing steamed buns to you, two for each person, go line up over there."

Upon hearing this, the beggars all moved aside, for nothing could compare to the aroma of steamed buns.

He kept saying thank you, "Thank you for your kindness. Good people are rewarded. Thank you."

Qingmo then walked towards the dilapidated temple and found Ding Zhao, who was on the verge of death, in the farthest corner.

"Tsk, isn't this Ding Zhao? What happened to him?" Qingmo deliberately raised her voice, her tone full of sarcasm.

When Ding Zhao saw it was her, he could only glare at her angrily and make muffled noises.

Qingmo had a servant bring two steamed buns and threw them on the ground. She covered her nose with a handkerchief, squatted down, and looked directly at him: "Want some? Me, your high and mighty young master?"

"Hehe, if you don't eat, you might starve to death in this dilapidated temple, and you might not be able to wait for your beloved princess, hehehe."

"Uh...uh..."

Ding Zhao made a faint sound. He wanted to strangle the woman in front of him, but his hands and feet were crippled, and he could only crawl on the ground.

Seeing him like this, Qingmo laughed even harder.

He rolled over the steamed bun that rolled to his side with his embroidered shoe, a hint of mockery on his lips: "Ding Zhao, live well, live until the day your mother returns, I'll be waiting for you to come and take revenge on me."

Ding Zhao's pupils contracted sharply, and a low growl like that of a trapped beast escaped his throat, but Qingmo had already led the others away.

Seeing that the esteemed person had left, and that there were still two steamed buns on the ground, two ill-intentioned beggars immediately stepped forward, intending to take the buns away.

They didn't care whether the steamed bun was dirty from being run over by shoes.

They've eaten things much dirtier than this, let alone these fragrant steamed buns.

Seeing the two approach, Ding Zhao immediately pounced on the food like a vicious dog, biting into a dirty steamed bun and wolfing it down.

As for the other steamed bun, it was snatched away by one of the two beggars.

The one who didn't manage to grab it spat on Ding Zhao while cursing, before leaving.

Ding Zhao didn't want to die, and after hearing Qingmo's words, he wanted to die even less.

Therefore, he had to endure even the greatest humiliation, waiting for his mother to come and pick him up.

From that day on, Ding Zhao abandoned all shame and became one of the beggars.

Every day, he kneels on the street as a beggar, picking food from the garbage heaps alongside many other beggars.

On that day, the streets were teeming with people, and onlookers were everywhere.

"Have you heard? Tsk tsk tsk, this is Minister Meng's legitimate daughter. I heard she married the Prime Minister's son. Look at this scene, it's quite a spectacle."

“Who says otherwise? I heard from my second uncle’s aunt’s cousin’s husband that the dowry list is in a whole booklet.”

"Hmm? How does your uncle-in-law know so much?"

"Hey, that means you have someone in the Minister's residence."

"Who is he? Come on, brother, tell me more."

"Hehehe! He's a distant relative of that cousin's niece's nephew, working in the household."

"cut."

The people around him scoffed and stopped listening to his boasting.

These are relatives who are practically unrelated; he's really good at bragging.

The man gave an awkward smile, said nothing more, and decided to continue watching the commotion.

Ding Zhao was squeezed to one side of the wall, watching the bridal sedan chair pass by, and two lines of bloody tears also flowed down his face.

He regretted it, he hated it.

He cried and then laughed again.

Haha, Meng Yunluo still married the Prime Minister's son, she still died in childbirth, she still died.

Haha, karma! This is the retribution for her betrayal of him.

No one noticed this scene, because he was just an insignificant beggar.

After Meng Yunluo got married, Qingmo, as a young lady from the same family, also attracted the attention of Madam Meng.

She's reached marriageable age, and she's next one to consider marriage.

"Auntie, there's no rush. Marriage is a major life event, and it requires mutual affection. Please allow me to take my time."

Madam Meng was helpless. After all, this was not her daughter, but only her niece, and she couldn't force her.

It's as if the Minister's Mansion is trying to kick her out.

"Alright, Qingqing, you should keep a close eye on things. If you find a suitable husband, be sure to tell your uncle and me."

"Okay, thank you, Auntie."

Getting married is no big deal; Qingmo already had a plan in mind.

And her and him.

The person they were waiting for arrived quickly.

Time flew by, and soon it was time for Prince Chu and Princess Chu to return to the capital.

Ding Zhao waited early on the road leading back to the Chu Prince's residence; his hope had finally arrived.

Meng Qingqing, Meng Yunluo, just you wait, I, Ding Zhao, will definitely take back everything that belongs to me.

However, when Ding Zhao saw the boy following behind the King of Chu's horse, he was stunned.

The people around were still gossiping: "Look, that's the heir that the King of Chu found. He is indeed exceptionally handsome. No wonder he is the prince's son."

"Yes, yes, I heard that it was Princess Chu who went to great lengths to find it. She's so lucky."

One of the jerks was praising the Crown Prince of Chu while glancing at the beggar squatting beside him.

"Sigh, that's fate. Some people are born beggars, while others are sons of princes. How can people be so different despite being the same age? Tsk tsk tsk!!!"

Upon hearing these words, Ding Zhao could no longer hold back, vomited a mouthful of blood, and fainted.

People nearby quickly moved aside, not wanting to be scammed by this stinking beggar.

Ding Zhao was lucky; he even made friends among the beggars.

Seeing that he had fainted, a beggar nearby dragged him back to the beggar's temple.