"What's the fuss about!" Xian Boteng walked out, not completely awake, with anger and impatience on his face, and glared at the slave, "Azhen, why can't you even hold a pot securely? I wanted to ask for some peace and quiet.
Take a rest here, cry, shout and throw things!"
Azhen was so frightened that she jumped on the spot and was too nervous to say a word.
"It's noisy, sir." Wanqing immediately stood up from the piano, walked up to Xian Boteng with a gentle and charming smile, gently stroked Xian Boteng's chest with her hand, and said slowly, "Azhen, you too,
I asked you to make a pot of tea and drink it when the master wakes up, but I didn’t say you’d drink it immediately, why are you so careless?”
Just as Xian Boteng was about to speak, the door of the courtyard was pushed open with a bang from the outside. A maid hurriedly ran in. She didn't bother to salute. She looked at Xian Boteng and said, "Master, something happened. My wife knocked out the second lady, and my wife also
I’m done with it, they’re all outside, please go over and have a look.”
Wanqing raised her brows, and a faint smile appeared on her lips, oh, this is really a beating, this Mrs.
It’s such a hot day, don’t use your words to scare people, Mrs. Xian has always been steady and gentle, how could she treat the second young lady like this?”
Xiaochun immediately lowered his head, not knowing how to answer the conversation, so he followed Xian Boteng and Wanqing cautiously, not daring to rush and walking slowly with an anxious look on his face.
Accompanying Xian Boteng and rushing outside, Wanqing didn't believe Xiaochun's words before, thinking that it was Mrs.
Isn't this a 'human life'? The second lady of the Xian family looked like she was not dead but she had shed layers of skin. She was lying there with her hair in a mess, her clothes torn to pieces, and her face and hands were all bruised and purple.
The bloodstains were so horrible to look at.
Wanqing's brows immediately furrowed, not because she felt sorry for Xian Zidian, but because a thought suddenly came up and sent a chill down her spine. Mrs.
It was a sign of resentment. It is estimated that after the beating, Mrs. Xian no longer knew whether she was beating her own daughter or her new concubine, whom Mrs. Xian hated so much.
Feng Boteng ordered people to send the unconscious Xian Ziqian and his wife, whose chest was still heaving violently in the coma, back to his wife's courtyard, and asked the housekeeper to ask a doctor to see a doctor. He had always disliked his second daughter, who was born with bad luck.
He was a little shocked when his daughter's face was covered with blood, but she still had a breath after trying it. He waved his hands and asked people to carry him away and ignored him. As for his wife, he only glanced at her.
"Okay, there's no need to yell." Xian Boteng glanced at Xiaochun, who looked panicked, frowned, then glanced impatiently at the onlookers, and lowered his voice slightly, "If word of today's incident spreads,
Don't blame me for being unkind. A mother deserves to be beaten to death if she teaches her a lesson. But if it spreads and reaches the people in the market, what will it look like? Do you remember it?"
Suddenly, Wanqing began to sob softly, and tears fell down.
"Qingqing, what's wrong with you?" Xian Boteng's voice immediately softened, and he held Wanqing's shoulders and asked softly, "Did the voice of my husband just speak scare you? Isn't my husband treating you?
You are angry, it is the mother and daughter who are not living up to expectations, you don't need to pay attention. Go back to your courtyard and drink tea with your husband to calm down your shock."