"Yes, then Third Uncle, go and do your work. I will accompany the three distinguished guests." Xia Houyuan bowed.
"Okay, I'll leave it to you then. Please stay with me while I go into the house." Xia Houan told Xia Houyuan.
"Yes, third uncle, don't worry." Xia Houyuan responded gently.
Xia Houan nodded and turned to Yun Jingchu and the others, "You three, I will go in first and let my nephew accompany you. You are close in age and should have a lot in common. If you have anything, just tell him."
"No problem, Third Master, go and get busy." Yun Jingchu nodded with a smile.
After watching Xia Houyuan leave with Yun Jingchu and the others, Xia Houan hurried back.
"Those wolf-hearted things dare to do that to my Lan'er, old lady, I will never let them go." As soon as Xiahou An entered the door, he heard Mrs. Xiahou curse angrily.
Xia Houan knew that his mother must be asking about his nephew's past.
"Okay, madam, don't be angry. It will be bad for your health if you are angry." Mr. Xiahou cautiously advised from the side.
"It's all your fault. If you hadn't been weak back then, what would have happened to our daughter?" Mrs. Xiahou glared and said angrily to her husband.
"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. My husband knows that he was wrong." Mr. Xiahou looked like a victim.
If outsiders saw that Mr. Xiahou, who was once a powerful man on the battlefield and in the court, was so cautious and humble in front of his wife, they would be frightened.
"It's good that you know. From now on, if you dare to let Qi'er suffer any further injustice because of those high-sounding reasons, I will never forgive you lightly." Mrs. Xiahou said with wide eyes.
"Yes, yes, I don't dare to be my husband anymore..." Mr. Xiahou said repeatedly.
"Father, mother, what are you talking about?" Xiahou An spoke up at the right time to save his father.
"How did that heartless man and that poisonous woman in the palace kill your sister?" the old lady said angrily. After speaking, her expression became sad, and tears began to flow from her eyes.
"Grandma, don't be sad, it's all over." Dao advised, while looking at Mr. Xiahou apologetically...
In fact, he had tried his best to talk about these things in one word, but no matter how lightly he downplayed those things, he could not hide the grievances and pain his mother had suffered. His grandmother could guess the situation at that time with just a little guess.
Mr. Xiahou shook his head at the knife and said it was okay.
"What happened next?" Mrs. Xiahou wiped her tears, regained her composure, and urged Dao to continue.
Although hearing those things made her heart hurt like a knife, she still wanted to know what her daughter had experienced.
Dao separated his mother and son from the remaining guards and fled to the Yuan Kingdom. He talked about the death of his mother and his mother in an understatement.
Hearing Mrs. Xiahou cry so hard that even Mr. Xiahou and his two sons beside him had red eyes.
"My son, my son..." Mrs. Xiahou patted her chest again and cried until she was out of breath.
Seeing that Mrs. Xiahou was about to faint from crying again, Dao quickly said: "Grandma, don't be sad, I will avenge my mother."
Mrs. Xiahou paused in her cry, then looked at the knife and said, "Yes, I want to avenge your mother. I want to make those traitors who killed her suffer a bad death to comfort Lan'er's spirit in heaven."