Chapter 711 - Manipulated by a woman
Chapter 711: Manipulated by a woman
“Crime not guilty of death? Do you know what your mother has done? She has done many wrong things which is enough for her to die more than a hundred times!” Pei Qinghan said angrily.
Pei Xiachen had never seen a father like this, his eyes were red. And when he mentioned her mother, he was full of hatred and disgust.
She withdrew her hands in fright but didn’t want to just give up like this, and so she said timidly: “Father, although my mother is wrong, you should forgive her this tome for serving with all her heart and helping you to take care of the back house all these years!”
“Serving me with all her heart? Taking care of the back house?” Pei Qinghan laughed suddenly. His laughter was creepy. He remembered a lot of things. He used to take care of the things that people he shared his pillow said to him. But after hearing so many winds in his ears, he thought it was nothing but the jealous talk between women, and so he eagerly doted Song Hexiang more and kept a blind eye on her mistakes.
Not only he didn’t listen to those words, he even left those women in the cold because of this. Without exception, within two years, those women died one after another. They either died of dystocia or died of a serious illness. In this mansion, only Song Hexiang and Dongfang Wan, who had been bedridden all year round, remained in the end.
It’s so ridiculous!
He was a big grown-up man, but let a woman manipulate him for so many years.
Pei Qinghan didn’t look at the three children kneeling on the ground again. He turned back to his room and closed the door, isolating Pei Xiachen’s sad and desperate eyes.
The two little boys were taken away by their nanny. Pei Xiachen also left in the end, with the help of her maidservant.
Pei Xiachen was raised by Song Hexiang when she was a child. She was raised as the eldest daughter of Changyuan Houfu. Her relationship with her mother was very deep. After hearing that her mother was locked in the firewood house, she immediately knelt in front of her father’s room and begged for mercy.
“Miss, where are we going now?” The maidservant asked.
Pei Xiachen’s flying thoughts immediately came back, then she turned her head to look at the direction of the firewood house and bitterly said: “Go get some hot food, and then get thicker bedding.”
The maidservant immediately understood and hurriedly turned her head to give orders to the other maidservant who was following them.
A quarter of an hour later, Pei Xiachen brought food and bedding outside the firewood house where Song Hexiang was detained.
The night was deep and cold, and everyone was trembling with cold while walking around. One can imagine what her mother’s condition right now, who was locked in the small firewood house.
“Hurry open the door!” Pei Xiachen was anxious and yelled at the gatekeeper.
The maidservant guarding the place was very disdainful in her heart, but she didn’t show it on her face: “Second Miss, please don’t embarrass this old slave. Houye has ordered that no one is allowed to get in, and no one inside is allowed to come out. ”
Pei Xiachen’s heart was burning with anger. These women used to step the low and hold the high. Now that they see her mother like this, they immediately changed their faces, if it were before. . . If it were before. . .
What’s the use of mentioning the past? Today is today. What’s the use of mentioning the past?
Pei Xiachen calmed down and winked at the maidservant next to her. The maidservant understood it and immediately removed the purse from her waist with at least 20 taels of silver in it.
The maidservant stuffed the purse into the woman’s hand and said with a smile: “Mama, please do us a favor. It’s in the middle of the night. Houye is already asleep. If you don’t report about it, no one will know. I’ll give you some money for you to have a cup of tea.”
The purse containing 20 taels of broken silver was naturally heavy. The woman knew how much it was as soon as she got it, and the corners of her lips curved into a smile involuntarily.