Yunchu sat on a rattan chair in the courtyard.
She had drunk four or five cups of herbal tea in a row, but she still couldn't calm her emotions down.
Just the thought of the child not knowing where he was buried made a piece of her heart ache as if it had been sliced by a knife.
In her last life, she had never asked about the child, and until she died, the child had never truly rested in peace, and she hated herself for her last life.
He was dragged in through the doorway.
The pain inside Yun Chou turned into hatred, and her eyes carried a sharp edge, heading towards He without mercy.
He couldn't help but tremble.
The Yun Chu she had seen had always been gentle and atmospheric, even to the lowest-ranking boy in the mansion, he had never been pleasant.
Even the last time she planted the Lady, the Lady had never shown such a look.
The two grannies behind her didn't know who kicked her, and she fell to her knees as her knees went weak.
Yunchu looked at her coldly: "Four years ago, the child in my belly died prematurely, but mother He returned to her homeland with the child for burial, I ask you, where was the child buried?"
He's heart and mind lifted, how could Her Ladyship suddenly ask about four years?
She lowered her eyebrows, "His Excellency was wrapped up in his affairs, so he ordered the slave girl to take a trip instead, and the slave girl brought the young master and the young miss back to their old home in Jizhou to be buried, in the mountains behind the Xie family ancestral shrine, because there was no monument, the exact location of which the slave girl was not able to say."
"Bang!"
Yun Chou slammed the teacup in her hand heavily on the table.
Her brows were icy cold, "It seems that Mother He is not going to tell me the truth, come on people."
At her command, two of the yard's rough-hewn grannies moved a bench forward, pressed He into it, and then copied two long wooden planks.
He was terrified, "Madam, what the slave girl said is the truth ..."
Yunchu made a gesture.
The two grannies were ordered to start hitting the boards, one on the left and one on the right.
They are all grannies who are used to doing rough work, their strength is amazing, three or four plates went down, and He's gas was weak.
"Mother He, I'll give you one more chance." Yun Chu said word for word, "As long as you tell me where the child is buried, I will let you go."
He almost fainted from the pain.
She knew very well that the Lady must have determined that the child was not buried in Jizhou, so she dared to openly interrogate her.
Her insistence on the original statement makes no sense.
"Madam, slave girl, slave girl don't know ..." He spoke with difficulty, "His Excellency ordered me to bury the young master and the young lady, but before I could get up and go to Jizhou, His Excellency took the children's corpses away, and the slave girl really didn't know anything about it ..."
Yunchu shook her head, "Continue."
The two grannies made enough effort to hit the board, and He screamed in pain.
Within moments, he passed out.
Yun Chu's face was emotionless as she spoke in a cold voice, "Splash her to wake her up and continue to fight."
A basin of cold, cold water splashed on He's face, and before she could regain her senses, the board landed on her body once more, drowning her in intensive pain.
Yunchu pinched her palm in death.
She just wanted to know where the child was buried, so why had such a simple thought become a luxury.
In the end, why, so that He dare not say where the child went, in the middle of this in the end what else she does not know ...
There had never been a moment when Yun Chou hated herself so much.
Hate yourself for being weak, hate yourself for being stupid and being lied to, hate yourself for being unworthy of being a mother ...
Outside the courtyard, Xie Ping was as anxious as hell.
If the fight goes on like this, He will go halfway through his life without dying.
She also didn't understand why He was so secretive when it was just the burial place of two prematurely deceased children!
She stomped her foot and turned to go to the Ansou Hall.
When she heard that Yunchu caned He, the old lady didn't care, and then when she heard that Yunchu was angry over the child who died prematurely, the look on her face was a little less than savory.
The kids are dead. Does it matter where they're buried?
The old lady walked towards the Yusheng Residence with her walking stick, and when she reached the door, she saw that the Yusheng Residence had somehow become the Sheng Residence.
But now is not the time to ask about that little matter.
"Hatsu-chan!"
The old lady stepped in quickly.
"What mistake did He make, what's all the fuss about?"
Yun Chu quietly looked at the old lady, "If you, old lady, know where the child is buried, I can release her."
"A child that has lost its breath right after birth is considered ominous, no matter which family it is, it is buried in a random place, lest it affect the family's qi." The old lady spoke, "Even for the royal family, if a born prince or princess dies prematurely, they are buried in a random place outside of the city, let alone a child from our mere fifth rank family?"
"Old lady you have many grandchildren, naturally you won't care about the children who died young." Yun Chu's voice is extremely cold, "But I only have these two children, as long as I don't know where the children are buried, I won't be able to stop for a day, and if the children don't rest in peace, then the Xie family will always be in a state of unrest!"
She stood up and walked into the inner room.
Old Mrs. Xie gasped and fell on her back, "What does she, what does she mean, how dare she be so rude to one of my elders?"
"Old madam, since our lady married into the Xie family, she has always been filial and courteous to you, this offense is due to excessive grief." Listening to Frost lowered her head and said, "The matter of the young master and young miss's bodies not being in Jizhou is something that madam's elder brother personally went to Jizhou to find out, if the Xie family can't give an explanation, the Yun family will personally go to their door to demand an explanation."
The old lady's heart was in her mouth.
It's a blatant threat.
She looked at He, who was paralyzed on the bench, and said in a cold voice, "Hurry up and tell me everything you know, don't affect the in-law relationship between my Xie family and the Yun family."
He bit his dry lips in death.
If she told the truth, the Yun family and the Xie family would be truly finished.
Her son, An Ge'er, still needs to rely on the Yun family this relationship to walk on the court, she again loathes Yun Chu, but also knows that she can't let Yun Chu abandon the Xie family ...
"Old madam, mama He is dying." Xie Ping couldn't help but speak, "Let's hire a doctor first."
"Missy don't do bad things with good intentions." Listening to Frost coldly said, "No one is allowed to take He away without the permission of Madam."
The old lady's face was heavy.
Although she was the eldest, if this granddaughter-in-law was determined to do something, there was really nothing she could do.
The Yun family, is a big mountain behind the grandson's daughter-in-law.
Thinking about this, the old lady turned around and walked straight away with her cane.
Xie Ping was anxious in her heart, but didn't dare to show it too obviously.
She just didn't understand why He was so capable of causing trouble, if it wasn't for the fact that she crawled out of He's belly, she wouldn't even bother with this mess.
But the old lady couldn't control her mother, and she, a latecomer, could do even less.
The only way to do that is to invite my father.
Xie Ping hurriedly went to the Green Pine Pavilion to find Xie Shi'an.
Xie Shian was writing, and he had long heard from the serving boy about what happened at the Sheng residence.
He said with a calm face, "Do you know why the mother suddenly began to care about the child who had been dead for four years?"
Xie Ping shook her head.
"In that incident last time, we would rather trust an underling than her." Xie Shi'an looked to Xie Ping, "Perhaps mother thinks that all of us non-biological children are white-eyed wolves that can't be raised, so she remembers the pair of sons and daughters who died young. At a time like this, if you still speak up for He, mother is afraid that she will be completely disappointed in you, and probably won't take you to any more banquets of the great families in the future."