"You don't have to die? Do you know what your mother has done? The wrong thing she did 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 his mother, his face was full of hatred and disgust.
She withdrew her hands in fright, but didn't want to just give up like this, and said timidly: "Father, although my mother is wrong, you should count on her for serving you all these years and helping you take care of your back house. , Forgive her this time!"
"Serve me with all your heart? Take care of the back house?" Pei Qinghan laughed suddenly, and his laughter was creepy. He remembered a lot of things. He used to take care of the things the people on the pillow had said to him. Hearing the wind in the ear, it was only the jealous talk between women's homes, and he was eager to pet Song Hexiang, and this was the reason why Song Hexiang was constantly arranging in secret.
Not only did he not listen to those words, he even left the women in the cold because of this. Without exception, within two years, the women died one after another, either from dystocia or from a disease, the magnificent Hou. In the house of the mansion, only Song Hexiang and Dongfang Wan'er, who had been bedridden all year round, were left in the end.
It's ridiculous, how ridiculous!
He was a man of seven feet, letting a woman manipulate him for so many years.
Pei Qinghan never looked at the three children kneeling on the ground again, turned around and returned to the house, the door closed again, isolating Pei Xiachen's sad and desperate eyes.
The two little sons were taken away by the nurse, and Pei Xiachen also left Sirongyuan with the help of the maidservant.
Pei Xiachen was raised in front of Song Hexiang when she was a child. When she was raised by the eldest daughter of the mansion, her relationship with her mother was very deep. After hearing that her mother was locked in the wood house, she immediately knelt down in front of her father's room and begged for mercy. .
"Miss, where are we going now?" the girl asked.
Pei Xiachen's erratic mind immediately shrank back, turned his head and glanced at the direction of the firewood room, and said bitterly: "Go get some hot food, and then get a thicker bedding."
The girl immediately understood, and hurriedly turned her head to give orders to the maid who was following her.
A quarter of an hour later, Pei Xiachen brought food and bedding to outside the firewood room where Song Hexiang was detained.
The night was deep and cold, and everyone was trembling with the cold. They were still walking on the road. One can imagine what the mother who was kept in the small wood house was like now.
"Quickly open the door!" Pei Xiachen was anxious and shouted at the gatekeeper.
The gatekeeper was very disdainful in her heart, but she was still careful on the face, with a look of embarrassment: "Second Miss, don't embarrass the old slave, Master Hou has ordered that no one is allowed in, and no one inside is allowed to come out. "
Pei Xiachen's heart was furious. These women are used to stepping low and holding high, and now they see their mothers like this, they immediately changed their faces, if they had been before. . . If it was before. . .
What is the use of mentioning the past? Today is today. What is the use of mentioning the past
Pei Xiachen calmed down, winked at the girl next to her, the girl knew, and immediately removed a purse from her waist, containing at least twenty taels of silver in it.
The girl stuffed the money bag into the woman's hand, and said with a smile: "Mom, it's convenient. It's in the middle of the night. Master Hou is already asleep. If you don't say this, no one will know. This little money Let me take it for you to have a cup of tea.
The purse containing twenty taels of broken silver was naturally heavy, and the woman knew how much it was as soon as she got it, and the corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily.