"Master, we can't just let this matter go. How dare you injure your son so seriously in our territory." Mrs. Song looked at the head of the Song family and gritted her teeth.
Naturally, the head of the Song family didn't want to let it go: "Do you know where those two people came from?"
"I don't know, a man and a woman, holding a five-month-old child in their hands." Song Ming endured the pain and spoke.
The head of the Song family murmured in his heart and comforted him: "I will send someone to do this. You should stay at home and don't go out to cause trouble recently. Do you hear me?" The head of the Song family glared at his son. .
Everything is good, but she is too lustful. If it weren't for her beauty, she wouldn't be where she is today.
"Dad, I know, but I want to torture those two people myself." He wanted to make those two people regret having offended him today. He wanted to kill their children in front of them and then feed them to the dogs.
Just thinking about the expressions those two people might have, Song Ming's eyes were full of excitement.
The head of the Song family nodded: "Don't worry, dad is going to work first. Madam, please take good care of Ming'er."
"I see."
After the head of the Song family left, several concubines also left early with various excuses.
When the head of the Song family sent people out to find Qiao Tianchang and the others.
The two of them were in the hospital with the rescued child. Looking at the wounds of varying depths on the child, Ning Mengyao frowned tightly.
No wonder the despair in his eyes was so obvious when they were unwilling to save the child.
It turned out that he was treated in such an inhumane manner.
Except for the face and arms, there are scars all over this child's body, especially the waist and abdomen, and the roots of the thighs. The whip marks in these two places are crisscrossed. It is unimaginable that such wounds can be on a child's body. On the body.
"They are simply beasts." Ning Mengyao said angrily through gritted teeth.
Qiao Tianchang nodded silently, yes, that person is really a beast, no, to say he is a beast is to praise him.
"Doctor, how are the injuries on this child?"
"They are all superficial injuries. They will heal after a while, but the wounds in his heart may not heal so easily." The old doctor sighed heavily and said helplessly.
When he saw the scars on the child, he was also angry. After all, anyone who saw so many scars on a child would be angry, so he got angry at the two of them.
But later I saw that the two of them were not familiar with the child at all, and were even strangers, so they felt a little embarrassed. Now when they heard the two people asking questions, there was still obvious embarrassment in their voices.
"We understand." Ning Mengyao frowned. No matter who was treated in such an inhumane manner, they would be mentally traumatized.
Reaching out to rub the child's hair, Ning Mengyao frowned. The two of them, who had planned to go somewhere else to play, had to stop.
However, after they took the child to a restaurant that night, the restaurant refunded their money and asked them to leave.
This made the two of them a little confused: "Why do you want us to leave?"
"The person you injured today is the legitimate son of the Song family and the brother of Princess Miaojiang." With such an identity, he would not dare to leave the person behind no matter what.
Ning Mengyao wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Qiao Tianchang: "Since he is unwilling, we don't have to force it."
Seeing what Qiao Tianchang said, Ning Mengyao could only nod in agreement.
After the two left the restaurant, Qiao Tianchang drove out of the town. After leaving the city gate, he asked Ning Mengyao to put makeup on the half-year-old child.
Ning Mengyao thought about it and immediately understood what Qiao Tianchang meant. She put Qiao Moshang aside and took the makeup tools and applied them on the face of the still sleepy child.
After finishing her work, Ning Mengyao put on makeup for herself and Qiao Tianchang. People who were not particularly familiar with their actions might not be able to recognize them.
Ning Mengyao sat at the door of the carriage, looking at the two children sleeping soundly inside, with a frivolous brow: "Tian Chang, when do you think they will catch up?"