"Hold her down and beat her mercilessly!" Ji Zhiyuan raged.
A board came crashing down.
"Ah!"
In the ancestral hall rose the piercing screams of Su Miaotong, and as the third board struck her, she felt a warmth in her lower abdomen—a hot flow escaped from below.
Realizing what it was, she screamed frantically, "My child, my child..."
Soon her trousers were soaked in blood.
Sang Qian watched the scene with cold eyes.
Five years ago, Su Miaotong had pushed her down the stairs when she was over eight months pregnant, blood was everywhere, she distinctly felt the warm flow leaving her body, the life fading away.
Today, Su Miaotong had a taste of the same experience, perhaps this was the retribution of the universe, karma that never failed.
Ji Chengzhou glanced at Sang Qian, her features were cold, she unblinkingly watched Su Miaotong getting beaten, her expression faintly revealing a sense of gratification for having avenged a great wrong.
