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The saying goes that enemies should be resolved rather than deepened. The Capital of Jingzhao welcomes you, providing a place for the two of you to meet, with our people as witnesses. Surely, a solution can be reached, which is better than harboring grudges.
Talk? Can you bring back the life of my Xiao Tao Rui?
Well, that cannot be done. However, your Spirit Familiar would surely not want to drag you into trouble because of her. Liu Zheng continued to persuade, if your Spirit Familiar still has a clan, I believe General Pang would not only be willing to compensate you but also take care of the young lady's clan.
Xiao Tao Rui's only elder had gone out searching for her, who had not returned all night, and met with an accident on the way, resulting in their death. So, to be precise, Pang Chengzu owes me two lives; I only killed him, which is already lenient.
Old Vine had already relayed the news about Grandma Liu to her, and Sang Qingxiao's anger intensified.
Liu Zheng's persuasion was aimed at preventing the situation from escalating, but Sang Qingxiao still sensed the underlying meaning in his words.
She spoke to him directly, Pang Chengzu is fourteen years old but has already indulged in matters of men and women. He particularly enjoys tormenting young children, regardless of gender.
You speak nonsense!
Pang Yong saw someone defending him and noticed Liu Zheng bowing respectfully. He initially intended to observe quietly but couldn't hold back upon hearing his son being slandered.
Sang Qingxiao did not wait for him to continue his rebuttal and continued speaking. You know nothing, but your Kissing Relative, your wife, and many of your household servants are well aware.
At first, it was your Kissing Relative who indulged him. In her eyes, it was merely a child from a poor family who died; just like how she mistreats her daughter-in-law, it was nothing significant. Your Kissing Relative even helped your son acquire children.
Your wife found out later, but at that time she was just a concubine trying to please the matriarch and could only go along with it.
Your servants have helped dispose of numerous children's bodies; there are two in your pond.
After you entered Jingjing City, you always returned home. The matriarch feared you would discover the truth and bought two connected houses in the north of the city—one for your son to indulge in pleasure and the other for hiding corpses.
All this information was pieced together by Sang Qingxiao from memories of those wicked servants.
Sang Qingxiao then looked at Liu Zheng. This matter does not require your mediation; what Pang Chengzu has committed is a capital offense according to Great Jing law. If Liu Duwei does not believe it, he can send someone to investigate; after all, you staying here cannot stop me.
Upon hearing this, Liu Zheng no longer wished to persuade or intervene; he simply instructed his subordinates to look into it without needing to ask Sang Qingxiao where the houses in the north were—just follow the traces of wild boars.
Madam Pang noticed many officials present and reined in her tantrums and foul language, opting instead to shed tears for sympathy.
At this moment, upon hearing Sang Qingxiao condemn her grandson and even know where the bodies were located, her cries began to subside. Weighing the situation, she turned to Pang Yong with a sense of grievance. My son, I am sorry for you. You fight for the country while I think of you daily and worry about you, leading me to fall ill frequently without managing the Rear Courtyard properly.
The renting situation was all enabled by your previous wives; they deliberately wanted to raise useless children. By the time I discovered it was too late and I truly lacked the energy to manage it. I could only establish Late Mother as a figurehead thinking that surely a biological mother would care for her son.
But who would have thought that being a mother meant being weak and selfish? On the surface afraid to oppose authority while secretly indulging her child's whims.
How pitiful my family’s Chengzu is—at Ji Xiao’s age—so naive yet harmed by a group of women.
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