Chapter 712 Being Manipulated by a Woman
"Sin is not enough to die? Do you know what your mother has done? The wrong thing she has done is enough for her to die more than a hundred times!" Pei Qinghan said angrily.
Pei Xiachen had never seen such a father, his eyes were red, and when he mentioned his mother, his face was full of hatred and disgust.
She was so scared that she withdrew her hand, but she didn't want to give up just like that, and said timidly: "Father, mother is at fault, but you should also see her doing her best to serve you over the years and help you take care of your back house. , spare her this time!"
"Serve me with all your heart? Take care of the back house?" Pei Qinghan suddenly laughed, his laughter was creepy, he remembered a lot of things. After hearing the wind, he only said that it was the rumors between women's families, and he loved Song Hexiang with hot eyes, which is why he kept arranging Song Hexiang's secret behind his back.
Not only did he not listen to those words, he even neglected the women because of it. As a result, without exception, within two years, those women died one after another, either from dystocia, or from a serious disease. In the mansion behind the mansion, only Song Hexiang was left, and Dongfang Wan'er, who was bedridden all the year round.
Ridiculous, how ridiculous!
He was a dignified seven-foot man, and he let a woman manipulate and manipulate for so many years.
Pei Qinghan never looked at the three children kneeling on the ground again, turned around and went back to the house, the door closed again, isolating Pei Xiachen's sad and desperate eyes.
The two young sons were taken away by the wet nurse, and Pei Xiachen left Sirong Courtyard with the help of the maid.
Pei Xiachen was raised in front of Song Hexiang when she was a child. When she was raised by the eldest daughter of the house, her relationship with her mother was very deep. When she heard that her mother was locked in the woodshed, she immediately knelt in front of her father's house and begged for mercy. .
"Miss, where are we going now?" the girl asked.
Pei Xiachen's wandering thoughts shrank back immediately, turned his head to look in the direction of the firewood room, and said sternly, "Go get some hot food, and then get a thicker bedding."
The girl immediately understood, and hurriedly turned her head to instruct the maid behind her.
A quarter of an hour later, Pei Xiachen brought food and bedding to the outside of the firewood room where Song Hexiang was being held.
The night was cold and heavy, and everyone was shivering from the cold. They were still walking on the road. One can imagine how cold the mother who was locked in the small firewood room is now.
"Open the door!" Pei Xiachen was anxious and yelled at the old woman who was guarding the door.
The old lady who guarded the door was very disdainful, but she was still cautious on her face, with a worried look on her face: "Second miss, don't embarrass the old slave, the Lord Hou has instructed that no one is allowed in, and no one inside is allowed to come out. "
Pei Xiachen's heart was burning with anger. These old women used to step on the low and hold the high. Now that they saw their mother like this, they immediately changed their faces, if they were in the past. . . If before. . .
What is there to mention the past, today is today, what is the use of mentioning the past?
Pei Xiachen made up his mind and winked at the girl beside him. The girl understood, and immediately took off a money bag from his waist, which contained at least twenty taels of silver.
The girl shoved the money bag into the old woman's hand, and said with a smile: "Mom, it's convenient, in the middle of the night, Lord Hou has already slept. If you don't talk about it, no one will know about this little money. , I'll bring you some tea, don't think it's too little."
The purse containing twenty taels of silver was naturally heavy, and as soon as he started to know how much this woman had, the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.