Three women dressed as maids were whipping a woman and a girl of about eleven or twelve years old.
The woman held the girl in a protective posture, bearing most of the attack.
At this time, the woman's back was covered with scars, blood and flesh, and it was a horrible sight.
The woman didn't cry or beg for mercy, but just tightly protected the girl under her.
The girl held in the woman's arms did not cry or beg for mercy. Her eyes were as vicious as arrows as she stared at the man standing next to the carriage.
The man's head tilted slightly to the side, his expression looked complicated, as if he felt guilty, reluctant, and ashamed.
The man looked to be around 27 or 28 years old. He was fair-skinned, handsome and gentle, with a pretty face.
This man looked familiar to Xiao Ling'er, and she seemed to have seen this man before.
There were many refugees watching the excitement nearby, but no one dared to stand up and say anything.
"Please move aside, you are blocking the way!" Xiao Ling'er's sudden voice successfully stopped the three maids who were waving whips.
The woman in the carriage heard Xiao Ling'er's voice and looked over unhappily. When she saw Xiao Ling'er and Mu Xiya's faces, a deep jealousy flashed in her eyes.
Xiao Ling'er herself didn't know that after this period of nourishment, the bodies of the three of them, mother and son, had recovered and a lot of flesh had grown on their bodies and faces.
With their already good facial features, and having been drinking the spiritual spring water for so long to detoxify, the mother and her two children naturally don't look ugly.
Especially Xiao Ling'er, who was fifteen or sixteen years old. She was like a budding flower that suddenly bloomed, delicate and beautiful.
Even though her face was still covered with mud every day, it still couldn't hinder her beauty, especially her eyes which were too bright and lively.
Wu Jinyu stared at Xiao Ling'er fiercely, swayed her body, rested her hand on the man in front of the carriage, and slowly walked down.
Without a word, he gave the order: "Cat, dog, go up and scratch her face and gouge out her eyes. It's an eyesore."
The two guards standing at both ends of the carriage followed orders and approached Xiao Ling'er step by step...
"Second sister-in-law, Lingling, is that you?" At this time, a surprised voice came.
Then the voice changed immediately: "Second sister-in-law, Lingling, run, run, get out of here quickly."
Xiao Ling'er, her mother and her two sons looked towards the source of the sound at the same time and found that it was the woman who had been beaten before.
Mu Xiya stared at the woman carefully for a while, shook her head in disappointment and muttered: "It's not my little sister, she's ugly!"
"You... are my aunt?" Another familiar face flashed in Xiao Ling'er's mind, and she asked uncertainly.
This face is very different from the one in my memory. The girl in my memory was young and beautiful.
The face looked haggard and old, with a long old scar on each cheek, a lot of white hair on the head, and the whole body was in tatters.
Is this the right age for a young woman of twenty-seven or twenty-eight? What kind of abuse and suffering has she endured over the years?
In the Xiao family, the younger sister-in-law is an exception. She is different from the Xiao family members. In my impression, she has always protected their family.
When the original owner was very young, her aunt would secretly bring some food for her and her mother every time she returned to her parents' home.
Later I heard that my uncle-in-law passed the imperial examination and the family moved to the town. Since then, my aunt has never returned to her parents' home.
My grandparents once complained that my aunt had forgotten her parents while she was enjoying herself.
It turns out that this is the life my aunt lives. She doesn't go back to her parents' home not to enjoy herself, but to suffer inhumane torture.
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