Riding a motorcycle on the road of revenge

After all this trouble, I must have missed dinner at home.

Since I'm not hungry anyway, I won't eat.

But his father and mother knew that the Imperial College was closed for the day and that he would be going home, so why didn't they send anyone to invite him to have dinner together?

Didn’t the people in the yard go to the kitchen to get meals?

No one came to deliver dinner?

Is it because Zhang Zijin and the others came over and felt that they didn’t want to disturb him because he had friends around?

still?

When Gu Songting thought about the two bellybands that inexplicably appeared in his closet, he had a bad feeling.

So he gave a few instructions to the servants in the yard and hurried to Zhang Xiniang's Furong Courtyard.

As he walked towards Furong Courtyard, he was thinking about what happened today. Halfway through, he was startled by a greeting from someone coming towards him.

In the darkness which was not yet completely dark, one could clearly see that the person bowing opposite was Lianhua, a maid from Furong Courtyard.

She said she was going to Songzhuyuan on the orders of the lady. If the guests left, she would ask the young master to go over.

As night had fallen and the light was dim, and Lianhua had her head down, Gu Songting didn't notice Lianhua's anxious look at all.

She didn't dare to say anything about what happened in Furong Courtyard.

Fortunately, the young master didn't ask anything.

The two people soon arrived at Furong Courtyard.

As soon as Gu Songting entered Furong Courtyard, he had a strange feeling. The courtyard was different from usual, and there were no servants walking around busy.

Lotus walked along with her head lowered cautiously, as if she was being punished.

He also didn't see Chunxiu, the maidservant beside his mother.

I entered the yard, but the door of the main house was closed and I couldn't hear any movement inside, as if there was no one there.

If it were usual, my sister would wait here with mother when she knew I was back from vacation.

As the mistress of the house, my mother would be more reserved, but Xianya would chatter and laugh all the time and would not be so quiet.

The two of them came to the door of the main house. After Lianhua reported back to the inside, Gu Songting shouted "Mother" outside the door.

Gu Songting didn't hear any response from inside, and just as he was about to blame Lianhua, he heard a few "ding ding ding" sounds. He looked in the direction of the sound, but didn't see any bells.

He wanted to ask Lianhua, but he saw Lianhua lowering her head and not looking at him at all. Instead, she pushed open the door and invited him in.

Forget it, I’ll go in and ask my mother.

After Gu Songting went in, Lianhua closed the door and stood guard outside.

With doubts in his mind, Gu Songting entered the house.

As soon as I entered, I smelled the strong smell of medicine. Then I looked around and saw that there was no one in the room, only the flickering candlelight. I immediately felt an inexplicable panic.

"mother……"

As soon as he shouted a word, he saw Zhang Xi Niang walk out from behind the screen.

"Mother? You..."

Gu Songting couldn't believe what he saw. He was so shocked that his eyes widened and he swallowed back half of what he was about to say.

The noble lady who usually looks radiant, has exquisite makeup and a head full of jewels and red emeralds, actually has a pig-like face.

There was dark yellow medicine on the purple face, there were injuries at the corners of the eyes, the eyes were swollen, the lips were swollen, and there was a large blood scab on the philtrum.

After a moment of daze, Gu Songting strode forward and supported Zhang Xiniang, who was staggering and in tears.

"Mother, what's going on?"

"Son...son..."

woo woo woo...

Zhang Xi Niang, who had suffered a great injustice, had been holding it in for almost a day. When she finally saw her handsome eldest son, she couldn't stop crying, just like a child who has been bullied outside and sees his parents who can support him.

Seeing his mother like this, Gu Songting was shocked, angry and anxious. He really wanted to know what had happened, but Zhang Xiniang just kept crying and couldn't say a word.

He had no choice but to comfort people first.

But Zhang Xiniang's tears were like a flood that broke through a dam and could not be stopped.

Gu Songting sighed inwardly. Things in his yard were still going smoothly, and his mother was like this again.

It seems that something happened at home when I was away.

I don’t know how my sister and father are doing.

Now he could only remind himself to stay calm and steady.

Things need to be solved one by one.

Soon, the medicine on Zhang Xi Niang's face was washed away by his eyes.

Gu Songting's eyes twitched as he watched.

My mother, my mother, my biological mother!

Something big must have happened.

My mother was the wife of the Minister of Revenue and the mistress of the household. She had a second-rank imperial decree and was considered a well-known figure among the noble ladies in the capital.

At home, he has the final say; outside, he is surrounded by people. Wherever he goes, people give him some face.

Even when she was still a concubine, she had never looked so miserable.

Gu Songting really couldn't bear to look at his mother's face, especially under the dim and flickering candlelight.

Seeing that water had already been wrung out of the handkerchief in his mother's hand, Gu Songting took out his own handkerchief and handed it to her. Seeing this, Zhang Xiniang stretched out her other hand to take it.

Upon receiving it, Gu Songting saw that Zhang Xiniang's right hand was wrapped like a rice dumpling, with only four fingertips exposed.

"What happened to mother's hand?"

Upon hearing this question, Zhang Xiniang's crying, which had been about to stop, started a new climax.

Seeing his mother crying heartbrokenly again, Gu Songting advised distressedly: "Don't be sad, mother. Your son won't ask."

When Zhang Xi Niang heard her son say "I won't ask", she was afraid that her son really wouldn't ask, so she cried even more sadly.

Thinking of the pain of her severed fingers and the fact that she was already a disabled person, Zhang Xiniang's soft sobbing instantly turned into loud crying.

Gu Songting didn't expect that just a few words of advice would backfire. He hated himself for having a mouth!

Just as he was rubbing his brows and trying to restrain himself from knocking the man unconscious, he heard someone coming in. He turned around and saw...

Yes?