"Honor, for the sake of our relationship as husband and wife, please don't divorce me. I am yours in life and your ghost in death!" The eldest lady has always been a gentle and elegant woman, but now she is like a wandering ghost.
"Kick them out, mother and daughter, and let them go immediately!"
Chu Jing'an stood up, pushed the woman who was holding his sleeve out, then turned around coldly and strode towards the inner hall, his back as stiff as a steel plate.
"Jing'an, don't do this to me..."
My mother almost choked with sobs, her delicate body trembling.
Chu Qiao walked up quickly and helped her up. Her eyes were already red and swollen. She thought she had been crying for a long time.
"Mom, stop crying, he's gone!"
Chu Qiao no longer calls Chu Jing'an daddy. At this time, he is like a stranger to Miss Chu Fourth. No matter what his reasons are, she cannot forgive him for leaving their mother in such a cold and biting weather.
When women are kicked out of the home where they have lived for more than ten years, their livelihood is cut off.
"Best greetings!"
With a cry of sorrow, the mother's body drooped down, her face turned earth-colored.
"mother……"
Chu Qiao knew very well what it meant to write a letter of divorce for a woman who had settled down and was devoted to her husband. Chu Jing'an was taking her mother's life.
"Why don't you drive them out and wait until their heads fall to the ground?" the second lady shouted.
Several nursing staff ran in in embarrassment, first grabbing the eldest lady, and then pulling Chu Qiao's arm. When they encountered the angry eyes of Miss Chu, they all showed fear.
"Fourth Miss, don't make things difficult for us." The nurse didn't dare to raise her head.
"You don't need to pull me, I will help my mother walk by myself!"
Chu Qiao struggled to help her mother up, and walked out step by step under the disdainful looks of several ladies and concubine sisters.
Every step she took, she was hoping that this was not true, it was just a nightmare. When she woke up, everything was still beautiful, her father was still a kind father, her mother was still a happy mother, and her marriage to Mr. Chong was about to happen.
Close...
Thinking of Mr. Chong Chong Ximo, Chu Qiao still had a glimmer of hope in her heart. No matter whether the sick man was dead or alive, he was Mr. Chong's son. He was a noble man in the capital. Maybe he could help her.
A gust of cold wind mixed with flying snow suddenly hit her face. Chu Qiao took a deep breath, feeling chills in her heart.
The overwhelming whiteness in front of her eyes made her realize that this nightmare was extremely real.
How can the word "cold" be used to describe the state of mind at this time? Looking up, I saw where the mother and daughter were going in the vast snowy night.
It's getting dark.
Chu Qiao secretly resented that her father was so unfeeling that even if he gave her a reason, she could still rest in peace even if she froze to death on this snowy night.
"Miss, these are two cotton-padded clothes. I originally had some silver and jewelry, but they were all taken away by the eldest lady. This is all I can give you."
The maid Xiliu ran out, lowered her head, and stuffed the cotton-padded clothes into Chu Qiao's arms. After holding it in for a few times, she started crying. The tears condensed on her cheeks before they fell, and her little face was so cold.
There is some redness and swelling.
"What happened?" Chu Qiao asked Xiliu in a hissing voice. Now only this personal maid was willing to give the fourth lady an explanation.
Xiliu sniffed a few times and said sadly.
"Fourth Miss... The eldest lady's brother, who is also Fourth Miss's uncle, had an incident in the court. He had the emperor executed, was convicted, and ordered to be executed by the whole court, and also implicated the nine tribes."
"My uncle executed the emperor?"
The cold made Chu Qiao's face turn pale, but when she said these words, it became even more biting and cold.