Looking at her mother-in-law, who used to be so kind and gentle to her, now she is so harsh.
Bai Ruixue couldn't utter a single word.
She's so silly, so incredibly silly.
Why did she disobey her parents and insist on marrying into the He family?
"Alright, stop cursing and swearing. Hurry up and return the money. I'll give you one last incense stick's time. His life and death are in your hands."
Upon hearing Song's hoarse voice, Shen Jiading felt disgusted and interrupted her.
He had his men light an incense stick and pointed at He Tian, saying...
This incense is extremely fine and burns very quickly.
"Mom, please help me! Go borrow some money, Mom—"
"Xiaoxue, I'm your husband! Go back to your parents' home and beg them to help you. If that doesn't work, go sell yourself! Go!"
"Jiao'er, save me, Jiao'er! You are very beautiful. If you go and sell yourself for a good price, someone will definitely buy you."
He Tian looked like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, his eyes filled with fear. His eyes were bloodshot from yelling at the three Song family members, as if they were about to burst open at any moment.
But the courtyard was completely quiet.
No one spoke, not even his own mother who loved him the most.
Bai Ruixue looked at He Tian with red eyes. After so many nights of sharing a bed, she realized that her husband was so unfamiliar. He wanted her to sell herself.
How could someone say something like that?
Bai Ruixue regretted it; she regretted marrying He Tian against all odds.
It turns out that He Tian had never been interested in her. All she had done these past few days had made her seem like a fool.
Jiao'er's face also turned ashen.
Although she slept with He Tian to climb the social ladder, she still harbored some feelings for him. When she heard that He Tian wanted her to sell herself, she felt the same way as Bai Ruixue.
At this moment, Jiao'er's heart turned completely cold towards He Tian.
As for Madam Song, she wept silently.
She had no choice.
The debt is too high.
She asked who she should borrow from.
The Song family had no choice but to take a gamble, hoping that Shen Jiading wouldn't dare kill them.
As long as my son is alive, everything can start over.
But she guessed wrong.
Every person in the gambling den has a few lives on their hands, and in no time, the incense stick was burned out.
"Alright, drag him into the main room, cripple both his legs, and make sure he's never take the imperial examinations again. Remember to gag him, and keep it quiet, don't make a scene."
Shen Jiading gave instructions to his men.
The magistrate of Shuangqiao Town was different from other magistrates; he was very strict in his duties.
If this matter goes to the county government, he'll have a hard time explaining himself.
Not only would his master blame him, but it would also affect the gambling den's business, so Shen Jiading was very cautious.
When He Tian heard that Shen Jiading was really going to cripple him, he was terrified. He tried to back away, but his right foot tripped on a bench, and he fell backward uncontrollably. Before he could cry out in pain, four thugs quickly stepped forward, skillfully removed his shoes and socks, and stuffed the socks into his mouth.
Then they tore open his clothes, pulled out a strip of cloth, and used it to tightly wrap the socks to his mouth, just to prevent He Tian from pushing the socks out with his tongue.
This set of movements was performed very skillfully, it's obvious that he's done it a lot.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm—"
"Mmm—"
He Tian tried to break free, but was held down firmly by four thugs. He couldn't move or speak, and could only whimper, desperately pleading for help with his eyes for his mother. In addition, there was a sock in his mouth, blocking his throat, and he felt like vomiting as soon as he made a sound. In just a few seconds, He Tian's face turned red.
"Wait, don't cripple his legs, just cripple his arms. He can still write even without legs, but without arms, hehe, let's also clean him up. Anyway, he won't have a wife in the future, so what use are those things? These two young ladies are mine."
Shen Jiading's voice was like that of a ghost from the underworld, which scared He Tian so much that he wet his pants.
"Alright, stop dawdling and hurry up and drag it inside to deal with it."
Shen Jiading waved to the four thugs.
"Yes—" the four responded. They dragged He Tian by his arms and legs, and He Tian's body was instantly lifted into the air. The thugs brought him into the house.
Song was too scared to make a sound. She slumped to the ground, her eyes fixed on the main room. Her son was inside, inside!
"Knock this old woman unconscious. Later, transport her and that cripple to the mountains in a horse-drawn cart and throw her as far away as possible. If she dares to show her face in Jiashu County, bury her alive! As for you..." Shen Jiading looked at Jiao'er and Bai Ruixue.
"No, please don't kill me! I'm pregnant! Please, spare me!" Bai Ruixue knelt down with a thud.
"How could I kill you? Right? I'll only take good care of you, haha. I didn't realize before, but your face isn't bad at all." As Shen Jiading stroked Bai Ruixue's face, no one noticed that Jiao'er secretly picked up a pebble from the ground and slashed it hard at Bai Ruixue's palm. In an instant, blood flowed freely.
"Ah—my stomach, my child, I'm in pain, Mother, my stomach hurts, my child—" Jiao'er fell to the ground, touching her injured palm with her hand, then looking at the blood on her hand and crying out wildly.
"Mother, my child, my child, who will save my child? I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding, oh, my stomach hurts so much, it hurts so much—"
I must say, Jiao'er's acting skills are simply first-rate.
Her screams silenced the courtyard instantly, and Shen Jiading panicked.
He was genuinely shocked to see so much blood on Jiao'er's hands. It seemed the baby was beyond saving. If he didn't take care of her, it could lead to someone's death. Damn it, he told her not to make a big fuss, but this woman actually started bleeding.
Shen Jiading was extremely agitated.
no!
We can't let her die here.
If he really causes someone to die, his master will scold him to death.
"Someone, pull her into the carriage and take her to the clinic for immediate treatment!"
Even after he's cured, he's too lazy to play anymore. He's just a piece of junk; we'll just throw him into his master's brothel.
"Oh God, what sins have I committed? Please, please save my grandson. If anyone is to die, let it die in this slut's belly, not in Jiao'er's!" Madam Song was initially terrified, but when she saw Jiao'er bleeding, she despaired. Her son was crippled, and if she lost her grandson, the He family would be without an heir. She pointed at Bai Ruixue, raised her head, and prayed to heaven.
"Ah—" Before she could even utter a cry, Song was knocked unconscious by a thug behind her with a stick.
"Crunch—Big brother, that kid's arm is ruined, and that thing has been cut off. He fainted from the pain and is covered in blood. What should we do next?"
The wooden door to the main room was opened.
The sound of the old wooden door moving was particularly noticeable.
Four thugs came out, and one of them reported to Shen Jiading. He had a few drops of blood on his face, which looked terrifying, but his face was expressionless, as if he was used to it.
"Throw this old woman into the mountains. Remember, the farther the better, ideally so they can't find their way back. Remember to clean up the bloodstains, change her into clean clothes, and light a strong incense stick in the carriage to remove the smell of blood. When you leave the city, the guards should check to make sure you don't give yourself away."
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