He was beaten until he was covered in blood, begging for mercy to no avail, and finally he fainted.
The people were somewhat shocked by what they saw. Some whispered, "It's just a question, it can't be that serious."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Lian'er said, "The facts are clear. This person is trying to confuse the issue and is obviously part of a group. They should all be sent to the Jingzhao Yin's office for interrogation."
Everyone suddenly realized.
Just then, officials from the Jingzhao Yin's office heard about the disturbance and came to investigate. After clarifying what had happened, they took the two men away.
Not far away, beneath the covered bridge pavilion, veiled by a light gauze curtain, someone was watching what was happening here.
"Useless trash, you've ruined all my hard work." Pang Da slammed the cup in his hand to the ground, and still feeling unsatisfied, he punched the table, bruising his hand in the process.
"Am I just supposed to watch Mu Xinghe rise to prominence while the Qiao family takes advantage of his position? I'm not willing to accept this! I'm not willing to accept this!"
He racked his brains but couldn't come up with a solution, so he got up and headed to Lingxiao Academy.
Mu Xinghe breathed a long sigh of relief, and his body, which he had been holding up, suddenly swayed.
He had the illusion of having experienced a nightmare of being battered by a violent storm, a storm that tore at his body and soul, making him feel like he couldn't take it anymore.
Fortunately, his torn internal organs are finally healing.
Suddenly, an old woman pointed at Qiao Xier in horror and shouted, "She's bleeding! She's going to miscarry!"
Qiao Xi'er stood there blankly, as if she hadn't recovered from the nightmare. Bright red blood flowed from between her legs, forming a stark contrast with her pale face.
Mu Xinghe looked at it and his face showed horror; his heart sank into an ice cave.
"Quickly send it to the clinic, quickly send it to the clinic."
The guards were in a flurry of activity and didn't care about the strict separation between men and women.
Furthermore, the Qiao family is reasonable; they would never cut off someone's hand or kill someone just because they touched a woman from the Qiao family while saving someone. However, such phenomena are very common among nobles.
Qiao Lian'er's pupils contracted, her fingers clenched into her palms, trembling inside her sleeves.
Judging from the looks of it, Sister Xi'er's baby is going to be lost. She suffered a miscarriage of her first child, and she is filled with resentment.
Who did this? Who is trying so hard to obstruct the Qiao family?
The Qiao family of Beijing? Pang Da?
Ponda is more likely; the hatred and resentment in his eyes when he looked at her were indescribable.
Qiao Xi'er's child ultimately could not be kept.
When she woke up, she was in the Qiao family courtyard, with two female doctors by her side, and her swollen belly had become flat.
They used the best anesthetic and painkillers on her, so the pain wasn't too severe.
But my heart ached so badly I could hardly breathe; my heart was pounding and I could hardly breathe.
The child she carefully protected day and night was waiting to be born, raised, and grow up to be around her knees.
And just like that, it was over, as if this period of time was just an empty dream she had.
The female doctors tidied her up, comforting her and reminding her of some precautions, but she wouldn't listen to a word they said.
Mu Xinghe stood under the eaves, pacing back and forth, his fists sometimes clenched and sometimes unclenched.
The door opened, and two female doctors came out. One of them said to him, "Young Master Mu, your wife has suffered a severe blow, both physically and mentally. The most important thing now is to help her recover. Try not to worry. What's done is done and cannot be undone. You can only take care of yourself."
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