Fortunately, the imperial guards still gave them a little decency at the last moment. They just took off their hairpins and rings and locked them up in their outer clothes.
The image of the old lady of Xingyuan Hou, Hong Yingrong, is now very different from her former dignity.
Her hair was already disheveled. She had not drunk a drop of water or eaten a grain of rice since yesterday. Overnight, a few strands of white hair had grown on her temples, making her look haggard, weak, and old.
Old lady Hong Yingrong's eyes searched around in the dim cell, and finally her gaze fell on her eldest daughter-in-law Jiang Shuxiu in the corner.
Jiang Shuxiu sat there silently, with her cloak tightly wrapped around her one-year-old son in her arms, as if she wanted to use her body temperature to resist the coldness in the cell.
"Shuxiu, let me see Baoer." Hong Yingrong's voice was anxious as she struggled to crawl over.
The sound of "bang" echoed in the empty cell, sounding particularly harsh.
Jiang Shuxiu suddenly opened the hand that Hong Yingrong was holding on the cloak, and a trace of resentment and disappointment flashed in his eyes.
There was an indescribable bitterness in her voice: "Isn't it too late for mother to care about Baoer now?"
Hong Yingrong was stunned by this sudden reaction. She stared at her hands in a daze, then looked up at Jiang Shuxiu, her eyes filled with surprise and confusion: "Shuxiu, I..."
"Hahaha!"
Jiang Shuxiu suddenly burst into a creepy laugh. Her face was distorted, and it was hard to tell whether she was crying or laughing. "Your Xue family should be extinct. You should let that promiscuous prostitute carry on your family line..."
Before she finished speaking, she lowered her head and gently stroked the child in her arms. Her voice suddenly became gentle and sad: "It's just hard for my precious child, my precious child..."
An ominous premonition came to her mind, and Hong Yingrong froze in place as if struck by lightning.
Seeing that the little grandson in her daughter-in-law's arms was neither crying nor making a fuss, and even stopped coughing as she had often heard in the past few days, she immediately understood.
Cold sweat slid down Hong Yingrong's forehead. She looked at her daughter-in-law in front of her, her heart burning with anger.
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