Mr. Tian looked at Yang Ma kneeling on the ground, sighed deeply, and looked up at the official.
It wasn't until Guan almost nodded that Hua Xiaogu immediately stretched out his hand to help Yang Ma up and patted the soil on her body.
Ming'er hugged Hua Xiaogu and started to cry loudly, which made Hua Xiaogu's heart hurt. She reached out and touched Ming'er's head until some officers and soldiers came up and pulled Ming'er away.
"Please be kind to the adults and wait until I order someone to pack up some of Ming'er's things. He is still young and I'm afraid he won't be used to living in a prison." Hua Xiaogu almost wanted to kneel down to the officer and said pleadingly.
"Don't worry too much. The third young master of your house is involved in the Mofu case, so he will be imprisoned in the sky prison. It will be much better than an ordinary prison." The official seems to be a little soft-hearted, after all, he is only a child under eight years old.
, and obviously mentally retarded, separated from his family, and was crying uncontrollably at this moment. Yang’s mother picked him up and coaxed him non-stop.
The servants moved very quickly, and within a moment they packed out a baggage, which contained things that Ming'er often used, as well as his small pillow.
Hua Xiaogu watched helplessly as the officials took away Yang Ma and Ming'er. Hua Xiaogu watched Ming'er crying so hard that her eyes were red and she kept looking at him. Her nose felt sour and she almost shed tears.
Four years ago, she was unable to protect Hua Xiaogu's younger brother Hua Xiaomi, and watched helplessly as he huddled on the ground and was kicked to death by the Fu family. Four years later, she could no longer bear the injustice of Ming'er, who was about the same age as Xiaomi.
Hua Xiaogu stood at the door until no one could be seen, and then he was tapped on the shoulder.
Tian Lanqing stood behind her, her voice a little heavy: "Go back, let's go in and discuss what to do."
Hua Xiaogu turned her head and glanced at Tian Lanqing. His expression was solemn as she had never seen before.
The family returned to the main room, and Mrs. Tian had been walking around the main hall for a long time. As soon as she saw Mr. Tian walking in first, Mrs. Tian immediately greeted him: "What's going on? How could he be taken away tomorrow?"
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Mr. Tian had an ugly expression and did not answer Mrs. Tian immediately.
Seeing that Mrs. Tian was about to burst into tears, Tian Lanqing began to persuade: "The Metropolitan Procuratorate is also subject to reports. I'm afraid it won't embarrass Ming'er until the facts are confirmed. Mother, please be at ease."
Mrs. Tian's expression softened slightly, and she turned to look at Mr. Tian: "Isn't it true that few people, even the servants in our house, know about the woman's surname Mo? How could it be brought out by outsiders to make a fuss about?"
When they got here, Mrs. Tian stamped her foot with hatred again: "Who on earth hates our Tian family so much that they want to frame her to death!"
Mr. Tian took a deep breath, then glanced sideways at Mrs. Tian: "Didn't you tell your sister about this a long time ago?"
Mrs. Tian was stunned.
Yes, when this incident first happened, Mrs. Tian felt uncomfortable for a while. But it is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines, not to mention Mr. Tian's status. Except for her, the family has no concubines and occasionally raises them outside.
We were in an outer room and couldn't say anything to him.
However, a wife feels uncomfortable and always wants to complain to others.
At that time, Mrs. Tian did not call her sister, Tian Lanqing's aunt, to her home to complain about this matter.
"Yu...Yu Dingshan?" Mrs. Tian cried out, then stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, and a surprised voice leaked out from between her fingers: "Could it be him?"
