Even if the carriage turned into a small black dot and disappeared from his sight, he still stood tall and motionless.
Even when Qin Yue came to his side, he remained indifferent.
Qin Yue's eyes shifted back to him from a distance, "I thought you would chase me."
Xu Yu came back to his senses and slightly curled his lips:
"The capital needs me."
Without the demons and monsters in the capital getting in the way, she could do what she wanted to do with peace of mind.
Besides, she is not the kind of person who needs protection. What she needs is the space to roam freely.
Qin Yue shook his head, did not dwell on this topic, and said instead:
"Gyeongju is in chaos.
Han Dong's hometown is in Qingzhou, and if she is alone with the Wang family, she may not be able to move even an inch."
"Who said she is alone?"
The corners of Xu Yu's mouth curved into a nice curve, and he looked straight at Qin Yue, sneering, "She has me!"
And them!
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the capital, "It's time to get busy."
Qin Yue has a headache. Is this a living thing? The king of hell is back again.
Look in the direction where Lin Jiuniang left, come back alive, Lin Jiuniang!
I am waiting for you in the capital.
At this time, the Han family was filled with sorrow.
Han Dong sat with a gray face in the shabby and small living room, which was also temporarily decorated as a mourning hall. Han Qingshan's coffin was parked in the center of the living room.
On both sides of the coffin, Mrs. Han and others sat respectively.
At this time, there were constant cries and curses.
Just in line with that sentence, there were three women on the street, even the mourning hall, became lively because of their presence.
Mrs. Han's eyes were red and swollen, and she kept putting paper money into the fire plate to burn.
"Qingshan, if you know something from the spring and become a ghost, you will definitely not let that evil woman Lin Jiuniang go."
"Because that evil woman, after you die, our Weiyuan Marquis Mansion is gone, and the home where my parents have lived all their lives is gone."
Speaking of this, tears fell from Mrs. Han's eyes again.
He raised his head and looked at the coffin in front of him:
"Qingshan, you died so miserably.
You remember to come back to take revenge on that bitch Lin Jiuniang!"
Mrs. Han couldn't help being filled with grief and burst into tears again.
Old Mrs. Liu was also gritting her teeth and cursing Lin Jiuniang.
She had just lived a good life, but just a short time later, it was all gone.
And Lin Jiuniang is all to blame for causing all this.
Killing her son and causing Weiyuan Hou to lose his official position made it difficult for her to enjoy happiness with her grandson.
Thinking of this, she wanted to drink Lin Jiuniang's blood.
Why can't she let them go?
From Anle Village to the capital, and finally killing her son, it is a lie to say that Mrs. Liu does not hate her.
But hate now?
She couldn't do anything to the woman at all and could only vent her resentment by anger and curses.
Zhao Yaqi, who was opposite them, twitched the corner of her mouth with a hint of sarcasm. She didn't expect the Weiyuan Marquis to arrive so quickly.
I also wanted to take advantage of their strength to do something.
Now, it is a good thing that I am not dragged down by them.
Han Qingshan, this good-for-nothing, is dead. Do you want to guard him for the rest of his life?
Delusion!
Hearing the noise coming from outside the yard, Zhao Yaqi stood up.
Mrs. Han raised her head and looked angrily at Zhao Yaqi, who had no sadness on her face and had already stood up:
"Zhao Yaqi, what do you mean?
Who allowed you to stand? Kneel down, do you hear me?"
"Don't kneel," Zhao Yaqi sneered and answered simply and decisively.
"He is your husband, he is dead, and you have such an attitude?" Mrs. Han was angry and stood up from the ground with an angry face, rushed towards Zhao Yaqi, raised her hand and slapped her:
"I will teach you today how to be a wife and how to respect your mother-in-law."
Her son died, and Zhao Yaqi was so indifferent as to be his wife, which is disgusting.
Zhao Yaqi was well prepared and grabbed her hand.
Sneered, "I'm so shy, don't mess with me.
Now you still want to take advantage of me, Zhao Yaqi? You can only dream.
Don’t forget, Marquis Weiyuan is gone, and you are no longer the wife of Marquis Weiyuan, do you think I will be afraid of you?"
As he said that, someone pushed her away hard.
Then he clapped his hands with disgust, as if slapping away something disgusting.
Then he looked at Mrs. Han with a serious face:
"What a coincidence, your son is dead.
I’m a widow, so I don’t have to prepare a divorce letter, which is great. So..."
Zhao Yaqi looked at her sadly:
"I'm leaving, don't think about me too much. As for keeping the festival for your son," Zhao Yaqi said with an evil look on her face.
"I am not interested."
After saying that, he walked outside the house.
She could finally leave and no longer had to hold back her grievances.
There is no good person in the Han family.
Walk?
Mrs. Han's face was twisted, she didn't keep the rules for her son!
This damn scumbag, and she is a broom star.
From the moment she entered their Weiyuan Marquis Mansion, nothing went smoothly in their house, it was disgusting.
Her son had just died and before he was buried, she couldn't wait to leave!
Beautiful thought.
With a face full of anger, he rushed to catch Zhao Yaqi:
"Broom star, you are not allowed to leave. If you marry my son, you will be his wife.
Even if you die, you can't leave here. If you come back, I want you to be a widow for my son for the rest of his life. Do you hear me?"
Zhao Yaqi was angry.
With a backhand push, he pushed Mrs. Han to the ground and said sarcastically:
"Old Bu Shame, do you really think you are still the former Marquis of Weiyuan?
Haha, don't be naive, understand?
Keep a festival for your good-for-nothing son? He doesn’t deserve it!”
After brother and sister Han Caiwei and Han Bangchao helped Mrs. Han up, they both looked at her with angry faces.
"You've gone too far," Han Bangchao said angrily, "You are my father's wife, what's wrong with you keeping taboos for him?
Don’t forget, a woman obeys her father at home, her husband when married, and her son after her husband’s death.
This stepson of mine is also a son, and I tell you, you have to keep the rules for my father, otherwise I will never let you go."
"How dare you, a loser like you, speak harsh words to me?" Zhao Yaqi smiled, the contempt on her face deepening.
Taking him by surprise, he raised his foot and kicked him directly.
ah!
Han Bangchao was kicked to the ground, making him scream in pain.
"Trash, get lost!" Zhao Yaqi sneered, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Anyway, I don't want to be a widow. I'll have someone send me a letter of divorce later."
After saying that, he walked outside like a proud peacock.
Han Caiwei didn't dare to say anything. After helping Han Bangchao up, she stood aside and watched them curse Zhao Yaqi.
"Nai, don't worry. When my hand is ready, I will definitely lead someone to deal with this bitch." Han Bangchao put one hand on Mrs. Han's arm and said angrily.
Mrs. Han nodded.
She glanced gloomily outside the house, waiting for her son to be buried before slowly dealing with this bitch.
Wiping away tears, he turned around and prepared to go back to continue the vigil.
But he saw Mrs. Li also standing up, with displeasure on her face again:
"Watch your husband's wake. Even if you don't want to, just kneel down for me. Do you hear me?
Don't be like uneducated women like Zhao Yaqi, who rush to leave before her husband is buried.
This kind of woman is despised and despised by the world."
After scolding, Li was immediately asked to go back and kneel.
Mrs. Li glanced at her and then saluted:
"Mrs. Han, I'm sorry, I can't keep this festival anymore. My father and brother have already come to take me back.
Let’s just say goodbye and take good care of yourselves.”
"What?"
Mrs. Han was furious, "Bitch, can you tell me again?"