Xie Shi'an bowed his head and continued to write.
Xie Ping pursed her lips.
This brother was only a year removed from her, but was much more mature and much colder than she was.
He was at least their real mother, and now that she had almost lost half of her life under the stick, this brother didn't even frown.
But she also knew very well that if she defended an underling in front of her mother, she would definitely become suspicious.
Without another word, she turned and went back to her yard.
Xie Shi An held the brush and barely finished writing a character, his black eyes became deep, and he abruptly got up and walked towards the outside.
"Prepare the horses!"
The boy led the horse to the entrance of the mansion, and he rolled onto it, heading straight for the Yu Mansion.
Lord Yu is a third-grade official, perhaps being held a banquet, the residence door carriages and horses come and go, very lively.
Xie Shi'an stopped under a large tree opposite the Yu Mansion and waited quietly.
It wasn't long before the banquet was finally over.
He saw Xie Jingyu walking out from the inside with his head a bit downcast, and he busily greeted him, "Father."
Xie Jingyu collected his disheveled look and said in slight surprise, "Why are you here?"
"Something happened at home." Xie Shi'an whispered, "Mother is interrogating He, asking about the whereabouts of the pair of children who died prematurely four years ago."
Xie Jingyu's eyes changed.
He sank a breath and said, "What is it now?"
"The old lady went to persuade mother, and mother said that if He didn't confess, then the Xie family would never have any peace." Xie Shi An raised his head, "Father, were those two children not properly buried at all, and because she was afraid that mother would become even more furious, that's why He didn't dare to confess?"
Xie Jingyu looked at his son with a complicated expression.
Even the twelve year old An Ge'er could guess something, Yun Chu was afraid that she had thought of it as well.
If Yunchu knows that those two children ... are afraid that they will not hesitate to make peace with him, and his official career is afraid to end here.
"While mother is interrogating He, she is also waiting for father to return to the house." Xie Shi An continued, "If father appears in front of mother in such a state, even if father doesn't say a single word, mother will be able to guess something, and the Xie family will really have to be in a state of unrest in the house."
Xie Jingyu led Xie Shi'an to the carriage.
They were the only two people in the car, father and son, and outside was the sound of grumbling wheels and the uninterrupted sound of passersby talking.
"Those two children, I instructed He to throw ... them away," Xie Jingyu closed her eyes, "they are not really in the ground."
Xie Shiyin's heart sank.
Sure enough, he had guessed.
But he couldn't figure out, those two children, although they died young, but they also have their father's blood flowing in their bodies, even if they can't be buried in the Xie Family Ancestral Shrine, they shouldn't be thrown away like this ...
But there is no point in pursuing the past, the key is what to do about the current situation.
"Brother An, I'm going back to the house to cope with your mother, you use the fastest speed to go to the village near the capital to visit one or two, the village of children who died early should be buried in one place, you think of ways to find two baby corpses ..." Xie Jingyu's hand pressed on Xie Shi'an's shoulder "My father knows that this matter is a bit difficult for you, but right now, the only person my father can trust is you."
Xie Shi'an looked complicated, "Good."
He lifted the curtains and went down, and rode off at a gallop.
Xie Jingyu orders the carriage driver to return to the house.
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the Xie Mansion, the boy who served him greeted him, "My lord, the madam's maid from the lady's courtyard came over several times, saying that as long as you return to the mansion, she will let you hurry and make a trip to the Sheng Residence."
Xie Jingyu nodded his head to indicate that he knew.
He didn't even change his clothes and headed straight for the Pithouse.
All sorts of thoughts ran through his head along the way.
Soon after arriving at Yun Chou's residence, he saw He, who was tied up on a bench in the courtyard, at a glance.
He's behind was a bloody mess, his clothes were battered and he looked miserable.
But the two grannies guarding the side didn't spare He, but splashed a bucket of water on He's face, and when He woke up, continued to beat the board.
"All stop."
Xie Jingyu spat out three words in a cold voice.
The two grannies hurriedly bent down and saluted, "Greetings, Your Excellency."
Xie Jingyu's expression was complicated to the extreme.
In his impression, Yunchu had always been a gentle and generous sage, she was like a vast sky that could accommodate all people and things.
In five years as a couple, he had never seen Yun Chu punish any of his subordinates.
For the first time, he saw her anger.
This anger burned so brightly that it made his heart grow a little uneasy.
He took a step up the steps and walked to the door of Yun Chou's bedroom, he gently knocked on the door and spoke, "Ma'am?"
He heard footsteps, followed by the door to the room being opened.
Before he could say anything.
A wind struck.
Snap.
A resounding slap across his face.
All the people in the yard were stunned, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.
Xie Jingyu's face was filled with disbelief.
He was actually slapped by a woman.
He's probably the first husband in this dynasty to be slapped by his wife.
It's just a strange shame!
Yun Chu's palms tingled and her eyes were crimson as if they were spitting fire as she stared intently at Xie Jingyu.
She said, word for word, "I'm only going to ask you once, where is the child buried?"
Xie Jingyu's face was hot and painful.
He clenched his fists in a death grip before he pushed down the humiliation.
He took a deep breath, "Ma'am, you're too emotional, calm down and we'll talk."
Yun Chu coldly said, "You're my husband, so naturally I can't interrogate you like I interrogated He, but I can request my grandfather to step in."
Xie Jingyu pursed his lips.
Once upon a time, his grandmother told him that if he married a daughter of a high family, he, the husband, would be overwhelmed in every way.
But after five years of marriage, Yun Chu had never used the power of the Yun family to force him to compromise, and he had always been grateful that Yun Chu respected him as a husband.
But now, Yun Chou lifted up Old General Yun.
She wasn't going to live it down.
But he ...
Lord Yu was no longer in his favor, and the only thing he could look up to now was the Yun family.
With all his might, he pushed all his emotions down.
Raising his head again, he turned into a modest and gentle look, "In the matter of burying the child, I did hide it from madam, and that's what I can't forgive myself for, and this slap from madam is what I should have borne. I originally planned to bury the child by the ancestral shrine of the Xie family s old mansion, but then I heard people say that burying a child who died early near the ancestral tomb would affect the entire family s qi, and at that time I had only just gained a firm foothold in the imperial court, so I was really worried ..."
Yun Chu's patience was at an extreme point as she coldly interrupted him, "You only need to tell me where the child is actually buried!"
"Four years ago, I had someone find a place to bury the child in a village on the outskirts of the capital." Xie Jingyu lowered her eyes to hide the emotions under her eyes, "It's late now, it's not convenient to rush over there, tomorrow morning, I'll take you to see the child."
Yunchu's lips were as white as dirt.
Her fingers trembled a little as she spat out one word: "Get out."
Then slammed the door behind him.
She leaned her back against the door and slowly slid down to sit on the floor.
She should be happy shouldn't she, happy that Xie Jingyu didn't abandon the children's corpses, happy that the children have a burial place ...