The Evil Mistress's Killing Crazy Daily

"What's the rush?"

Seeing her maid in such a panic, Old Lady Zhao frowned and looked stern, acting like an old lady, and scolded her loudly, "What do I usually teach you? There are so many guests here, and you are so flustered. How can you behave like that?"

"Slave..."

The little maid was choked by what she said.

She lowered her head and bowed with a sense of grievance. She apologized in a low voice, "Madam, I know I was wrong..."

"It's okay to know you're wrong."

Old Mrs. Zhao acted pretentiously and lectured the little maidservant.

She glanced at the secretly envious eyes of her sisters-in-law around her, and the pride that had already filled her wrinkles was about to overflow.

She slowly reached out and took the teacup that the maid in front of her cleverly brought. She slowly opened the lid of the tea and smelled it, tasted it, and then finally raised her eyes to glance at the maid, and slowly opened her mouth, "Okay, Xinghua, what's the matter? Tell me quickly, don't delay us old sisters playing cards."

"Yes."

Xinghua nodded, suppressed her anxiety, and answered politely, "Madam, a neighbor from the same hometown over in Shuxiang Lane sent someone to tell us that the master was lying at the door of his house early in the morning, being carried by a group of beggars for some reason... He said that the master's condition didn't look good, and asked us to go back and see what happened..."

"what!"

Old Mrs. Zhao sat up straight in shock.

She supported herself on the back of the chair and was about to stand up, but feeling a little suspicious, she slowly sat back down.

"No way..." Old Lady Zhao muttered to herself, "My son is an official, how could he hang out with beggars?"

"yes……"

Sister Li and the others echoed this, and quickly looked at Xinghua suspiciously, "Little girl, did you mishear the conversation and convey the wrong message?"

"No……"

Xinghua shook her head quickly and explained to Old Lady Zhao with her eyes wide open, "Madam, I heard it all. That man did say that the master was carried by beggars, lying at the door covered in blood... He said he was not wrong, and that if no one found a doctor for the master, the master would be in danger..."

"This, how is this possible?"

The more Mrs. Zhao listened, the more confused she became.

"Yeah, how is this possible..."

Seeing that Old Lady Zhao didn't believe it, naturally the others didn't believe it either.

"Don't worry about whether it's possible or not. It won't hurt to go back and take a look..." Thinking of her niece's future life, Sister Li wanted to take the opportunity to go to the Lu family to check on the situation. She suddenly proposed to the sisters-in-law, "How about we go back with Sister Zhao to take a look?

I hope my nephew is alright. If anything happens to him, we can help him, right?"

"What Sister Li said makes sense..."

When the sisters-in-law heard this, they all nodded.

Half to please Old Lady Zhao and half out of curiosity, the sisters-in-law left immediately, pushing and pulling, and hurriedly dragged Old Lady Zhao to her feet, leaving Lujia Village in a mighty procession, and heading towards Shuxiang Lane...

Soon, the sisters-in-law arrived at the door of the Lu family’s house in Shuxiang Lane.

"That is……"

In the distance, the sisters-in-law slowly stopped.

They looked at the group of beggars huddled in front of the Lu residence, who looked out of place among the surrounding houses. Then they looked at the familiar figure covered in blood beside the beggars. They couldn't help but look at each other with wide eyes, asking each other to confirm: "Then, is that a nephew?"

"One!"

When everyone was still hesitating and didn't dare to confirm, Mrs. Zhao, as a mother, only took a glance and confirmed Lu Yitong's identity.

It was as if the whole sky had collapsed. She staggered to Lu Yitong, shouting "My son".

Looking at the glaring bloodstains on Lu Yitong's waist and thighs, her hands trembled. She hugged Lu Yitong distressedly, crying and cursing, "My son! Who is the bastard who made you like this? You were fine yesterday. What happened today? Why did you become like this..."

"Yes, God has mercy on me..."

The sisters-in-law looked at Lu Yitong's wound and became worried and shocked.

"Mrs. Zhao, let's go inside first and talk..."

Half squatting beside Old Lady Zhao and patting her back soothingly, Sister Li winked at Old Lady Zhao and glanced at the beggars standing by...

Then she lowered her voice and reminded Mrs. Zhao, "Mrs. Zhao, you have to hold on even more during times like this.

Go into the house first and call a doctor.

As for what exactly is going on, can't we just wait until we get into the house and close the door and ask slowly?"

"Ah."

Old Mrs. Zhao nodded and wiped away her tears.

After asking the servants to carry Lu Yitong into the living room, and paying for a doctor, she was surrounded by her sisters-in-law and sat in the main seat in the living room. She slammed the table and looked at the beggars in an interrogative manner, "Tell me! What is going on! What is your purpose! Why do you want to harm my son!"

"that is!"

The sisters-in-law stood on both sides of Old Lady Zhao, looking at her coldly like Wang Chao and Ma Han, nodding and scolding, "Tell me quickly, why did you want to harm our nephew!"

"How did this become our fault..."

The beggars were not happy when they heard this, and they all started to argue, "He was like this when we saw him early this morning. What does this have to do with us? If we wanted to harm him, would we be so stupid as to send him back?"

"Who knows what you are planning?"

The sisters-in-law pouted and were about to argue... At this moment, there was a loud bang at the gate, and it was kicked open from the outside. Then, a group of tall and strong men dressed as sedan bearers, with aggressive looks, rushed in, carrying an inconspicuous sedan.

They gently lowered the sedan chair into the yard, and when they looked up, they acted as if they had some deep hatred against the Lu family, and they beat anyone they saw and smashed anything they saw.

The servants, maids, sisters-in-law, and beggars were beaten and hid with their heads in their hands. The Lu family was in a state of panic...

"stop!"

Seeing the visitor so arrogant, Old Lady Zhao was so angry that she stood up and scolded, "You, who are you? How dare you come to my Lu family's house and make trouble!

Do you know where I am?

This is the residence of Lord Lu Yitong, the chief of the Dali Temple!"

"Oh, is it so?"

Hua Weiwei was dressed simply and had a pale face. He was supported by the servant beside him and slowly walked out in the sedan chair.

He glanced around the Lu residence with a surprised look, and then he looked at Old Lady Zhao with a smile, "Old Madam, you just said that this is where Lord Lu lives?"

"Yes……"

"Oh~ So this is Mr. Lu's residence~"

Without waiting for Old Lady Zhao to finish her words, Hua Weiwei gritted his teeth and smiled, "Oh, I smashed the residence of this Lord Lu..."