It's all ruined, who cares about the chastity arch

The team that was confiscating property was as fierce as wolves and tigers. Every move they made seemed so swift and ruthless. In just a few moments, all the property in the Zheng Mansion, whether it was the precious teapots or the gorgeous brocade, was swept away, leaving only devastation and desolation.

When Eunuch Jiang walked up to Madam Zheng, his fingers gently touched the golden hairpin that once represented honor and he slowly took it off. At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

His words were cold and unquestionable: "Old Madam, the imperial decree orders you to leave here before dawn."

After that, the plaque hanging in the center of the hall roared, and cracks spread like a spider web, and finally fell to the ground and broke into two pieces. The sound was deafening, just like the complete destruction of the Zheng family's glorious past, and also foreshadowed the end of an era.

Wang knelt in the crowd, tears streaming down her haggard face like pearls from a broken string. She hugged her three daughters tightly, helplessness and despair flashing in her eyes, and asked at the top of her voice: "Madam, what should we do next?"

Her voice was filled with fear for the future and desire for life.

Madam Zheng turned her head with difficulty, a firm look flashed in her eyes, and she tightly grasped Wang's hand, as if entrusting all the heavy responsibilities to her: "Go and ask Wang for help, only they have the power to help the master turn the tables."

Wang shook her head like a rattle, full of helplessness: "Old lady, look at the Zheng family's current situation. My family is hiding and dare not get involved, so how can we dare to help?"

Madam Zheng turned her eyes to Pei, pleadingly: "Third daughter-in-law, go and ask your parents, and your aunt in the palace. She is the imperial concubine, and she will definitely be able to support us."

Pei lowered her head, her eyes full of fear, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "Old lady, you may have forgotten that the painting that Zheng Luoxi sent to His Majesty's birthday banquet last time has already made my sister hate our family. The Pei family is eager for us to fall, so how can they lend a helping hand?"

Madam Zheng's voice trembled, her eyes reddened: "But you are their daughter, we are blood relatives, how can we ignore it?"

Pei shook her head helplessly, with a trace of pain in her eyes: "In their eyes, a daughter is one who can bring glory to the family. If she causes trouble, she will be nothing. Old lady, it's not that I don't want to ask, but now I have no other choice."

Old Madam Zheng looked around and finally her eyes fell on little Guo, hoping to find some comfort from her.

However, before she could speak, Xiao Guo slowly stood up with a mocking smile on her face: "I think this is good, evil will be punished, and everyone is happy."

Madam Zheng's face turned pale when she heard this, and she asked in astonishment, "What do you mean by that?"

Little Guo gently brushed off the dust on her hem and said in a cold tone, "Don't waste your time, old man. You should think about how to live with this family."

Madam Zheng stared at this once unknown concubine with her eyes wide open. Her recent actions flashed through her mind, and she suddenly realized, "You, you have a grudge against the Zheng family?"

Little Guo admitted frankly, without a trace of regret in her eyes: "Yes, I have been waiting for this day, waiting for you all to fall into decline."

"Why? You relied on my son's favor to sit on the throne of mistress, why do you treat us like this?"

Madam Zheng's hair was disheveled, her cheeks were sunken, and her voice was filled with unconcealable grief and indignation.

Little Guo slowly lowered her head and stroked her slightly bulging belly, her eyes cold: "If you want to know the reason, wait until you see Zheng Wenfu and ask him."

"He knows in his heart what he has done."

Little Guo's voice was as cold as ice.

"The baby in your belly is our Zheng family's flesh and blood!"

Mrs. Zheng shouted almost hysterically.

"Bone flesh? Humph, just watch out."

Little Guo slowly took out the pillow that had been hidden from her abdomen and held it in front of everyone.

"Is this what you call flesh and blood?"

Her tone was full of sarcasm and disdain, "How could I possibly bear a child for Zheng Wenfu! My marriage was ruined and I was framed, and he was one of the people behind it!"

"If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have ended up suffering humiliation in the Zheng Mansion!"

Anger and determination flashed in little Guo's eyes. "Flesh and blood? Yes, there was a boy, but so what? He is the blood of our enemy, and giving birth to him would only bring bad luck. I ended this mistake when he was three or four months old, freeing him from suffering endless pain in the Zheng family!"

Old Madam Zheng found it hard to accept this fact. Her resentment and disappointment towards Xiao Guo made her almost crazy.

As the night deepened, the Zheng Mansion was brightly lit inside and outside, but the inside was in chaos and darkness.

The maids fled in all directions, their cries filling the night sky; the servants scrambled to take away everything in the Zheng Mansion, and someone even hurriedly snatched the pillow from little Guo's hand, as if trying to gain the last bit of benefit from this disaster.

Inside the courtyard, cries and shouts intertwined, and the faces of the young and old were all covered with tears, forming a scene of doomsday. Old Madam Zheng was almost collapsed by Xiao Guo's revelations, her hair was in disarray, and she stood in the courtyard, cursing Xiao Guo like a string of arrows, which never stopped.

Finally, she threw away all her dignity and pounced forward, intending to tear Xiao Guo's hair.

"Snapped!"

Little Guo raised her wrist, and a crisp slap sound echoed in the night sky, landing hard on Madam Zheng's cheek.

She had long lost all fear. The resentment that had been pent up in her heart for a long time burst out at this moment without any room for explanation, followed by another loud slap in the face.

Two slaps hit Madam Zheng's face heavily. Her eyes became dazed, as if her soul was pulled out. Her dull gaze was fixed on the void, and she was unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

Little Guo looked at the scene in front of her, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her voice was cold and sarcastic: "Madam Zheng, the mistress of the dignified Marquis's Mansion, in the end, is nothing more than a shrew who has lost her mind and is humble."

Madam Zheng raised her head suddenly, her eyes burning with anger that almost penetrated the high beams on the roof. Her trembling voice seemed to carry the force of thunder as she shouted, "Someone! Someone come quickly! Tear this evil woman's mouth apart right now!"

Her words echoed in the empty hall, but like being thrown into a bottomless well, they did not cause any response at all. Only her heavy breathing and the dull silence around her intertwined with each other.

Beside him, Mother Zhou looked particularly lonely. Her frown concealed helplessness. One hand gently supported Madam Zheng, and the other patted her back. She consoled her in a hoarse but warm voice, "Madam, calm down. Getting angry over such things is harmful to your health. It's not worth it. Right now, we have to calm down and consider the overall situation of the family."