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242. Chapter 242 Rectify the family style [4]

Aunt Qin was stunned, and the maids were also trembling, as if they didn't hear what Huang Beiyue said clearly, and they were all stunned for a moment.

"Go down!" He shouted coldly, with a strong smell of blood!

Aunt Qin and several maids were startled and did not dare to say anything. They jumped into the lotus pond and soaked in the cold water.

In all my life, I have never seen the domineering and arrogant Aunt Qin in such a miserable state, and I just feel extremely relieved and happy!

"Three, three girls, the slaves are here to watch. You, please go back and rest." After seeing the scene of brutal murder, Peixiang was also frightened, and when talking to Huang Beiyue, her speech was not smooth.

I secretly rejoiced in my heart that I was smart and far-sighted and had taken refuge with the third girl a long time ago. Otherwise, with my usual arrogant style, she would definitely be the one who was killed!

These three girls are ruthless in their methods and show no mercy at all. They kill when they need to be killed and make decisive decisions. Among the royal family and nobles of the South Wing Country, there are few like them.

She dared to assert that the third girl would be someone who would become something big in the future. This mere eldest princess's mansion could not contain her at all. No, perhaps, Nanyi Country was not the place where she could spread her wings and fly high.

Huang Beiyue glanced at the people in the lotus pond who were looking at her with fear in their eyes. Just as she was about to nod, Peixiang's character became ruthless, which made her feel relieved.

But at this time, a maid's voice came from the other side of the garden: "Who is making the noise? It's disturbing Mrs. Xue's rest!"

While talking, several beautiful maids slowly walked over, surrounding Aunt Xue after her nap.

Aunt Xue didn't expect Huang Beiyue to come back so early. When she looked up and saw her, she was stunned for a moment, and then she was surprised when she saw Aunt Qin soaking in the cold lotus pond.

How could such an arrogant Aunt Qin be so embarrassed?

But then, when she saw the servant who was beaten to death on the rockery behind Huang Beiyue and hung with blood dripping on the rockery, she stopped in her tracks.

The maid next to Aunt Xue screamed: "Dead person! Dead person! Hurry, go and report to the official, there is a death in the family!"

Peixiang glanced at Huang Beiyue and saw that she pursed her lips coldly and did not intend to speak, so she said loudly: "Why are you making such noise? What does it mean if one or two of the slaves in this family die? What kind of official should I report to? Which government dares to take care of it?

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In this era, every noble family has domestic slaves. Those who have been slaves for generations. Their life and freedom belong to the master. They have been slaves since birth and will be slaves for generations. Unless the master has a good heart and resolves the problem.

Their slavery, otherwise they will be recorded as slaves in government records for generations.

The government has no control over the life and death of this kind of domestic slave. It is like a privately raised animal. Life and death are decided by the master and outsiders.

The system of domestic slaves has been going on for generations. When Huang Bei came here in the first month of the month, he was very disgusted with this rule, and he is just as disgusted now.

When the eldest princess was still alive, she released all the slaves in the eldest princess's house, gave them their freedom, gave them money, and allowed them to make a living on their own.

However, since the death of the eldest princess, Xiao Yuanyuan and several aunts felt that it would be shameful for nobles not to raise a few slaves, so they bought a batch of slaves from outside at a high price and kept them in the alley behind the eldest princess's house.

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