I kicked out my vicious husband and married his great-uncle

In the past, no matter how big the problem was, Cui Shuyan was always calm.

But now, looking at Qiaoya's red eyes, she panicked and said hurriedly: "Qiaoya, listen to me..."

Before she could finish her words, Qiaoya rushed over and hugged her.

In an instant, Qiaoya burst into tears.

The sound seemed to burst out from deep in the chest, and Cui Shuyan felt sad and her eyes turned red.

Liu Zhong stood aside and wiped his tears as well.

He feels sorry for Qiaoya.

Cui Shuyan did not try to persuade Qiaoya and let her cry to her heart's content.

At the end, Qiaoya wiped the tears from her face and said, "Sister Shuyan, where is that beast?"

"In the prison of Jingzhao Prefecture."

"I want to go and see him."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

"No need." Qiao Ya tried her best to hold back her tears. "That kind of filthy place is not suitable for you to go. Just let Brother Tiedan accompany me."

"Okay. I'll let Mr. Wen go with us. He has more connections with the government and it'll be easier for him to see the criminals."

"Thank you, Sister Shuyan."

"Go ahead. You don't have to hold it in. Fight if you want."

Qiaoya responded with a crying voice and went out.

Under the guidance of Mr. Wen, Qiaoya and Liu Zhong were taken to the prison of Jingzhao Prefecture.

Before she got close, she heard her father, He Laowu, boasting to others: "Hiss... Hey, don't you know? My daughter is the head maid under Princess Xie, and she is very trusted by her master... Hiss... She will come to rescue me sooner or later... Hiss..."

"Brother, you're in so much pain, can't you say a few words?"

"Oh, I don't know what unlucky god I offended. They beat me up for no reason and falsely accused me of stealing their things. It's really unreasonable! Hiss... Wait, when my daughter comes to see me, I will definitely ask her to support me... Hiss, hiss, it hurts so much..."

"The daughter you are talking about, is that me?"

At this time, Qiao Ya's sinister voice sounded above He Laowu's head.

He Laowu looked up, his eyes full of amazement. He ignored the pain and stood up by holding the wall of the cell. His face was full of smiles: "Oh my God, look at this elegant figure, you are worthy of being my daughter! Look at the material of this dress, it must have cost several taels of silver!"

As he spoke, He Laowu came over and wanted to touch Qiaoya's clothes.

Qiaoya took a step back in disgust and looked at He Laowu with an extremely cold look.

He Laowu smiled sinisterly: "Why, now that you've climbed up the social ladder, you start to dislike your old man? He Qiaoya, beg your master to let me out, otherwise, hehe..."

"What else?"

"Don't you always feel sorry for that little bastard? I sold him too. If you don't save me, I won't tell you where I sold him to. If he dies too, you will be left with no relatives. You don't have your family to support you, so just wait to be bullied to death by the Liu family!"

"Oh? What can you do to support me?"

He Laowu chuckled and looked at Liu Zhong standing next to Qiaoya: "Oh, this is the kid from the old Liu family. He used to play in the mud with his butt sticking out, but now he looks like a decent person. Men always turn bad when they have some dirty money in their pockets. I know everything about this. However, if I go out, I will definitely support you. Make sure that the kid from the old Liu family dare not bully you. Not only will they dare not bully you, but they will also make them worship you as their ancestor and serve you with good food and drink...ah, you little girl, you dare to hit me?"

Qiao Ya took the stick that Mr. Wen had just handed over and poked He Laowu's wound several times. After poking, she asked, "Does it hurt?"

“It hurts, it hurts…” As He Laowu said this, his body arched in pain and he fell to the floor of the cell.

Qiaoya looked at him coldly, her face tense and tense: "When my mother died by banging her head against the wall, it was much more painful than this."

"If your mother knew you dared to hit your father, she would crawl out of her grave and beat you to death!"

"No, my mother won't."

When she was a child, her father beat her, and her mother always protected her.

My mother always said at that time that these days would pass if we just endured them.

But in the end, my mother didn't get to see her good days and died.

In fact, she understood why her mother was hit and killed.

The mother was afraid that if she entered a brothel and her body became unclean, it would cause trouble for her as a daughter and she would not be able to marry into a good family in the future.

A kind person like my mother always thinks of them first and herself last.

If she could think about herself a little, she should live.

Isn’t there a saying that goes, it’s better to live a miserable life than to die a good death?

It would be great if mother could live till now.

If she could survive, what would it matter if she was in a brothel? She was her own mother, she would not despise her.

But she will never have such an opportunity again.

My mother died. She was unwilling to be sold to a brothel, so she hit her head against a wall and died.

But this beastly father is still alive.

Qiao Ya turned to look at Mr. Wen and asked, "Mr. Wen, can I beat him to death?"

"That won't work." Mr. Wen said seriously, "Since he is in the Jingzhao prison, he is a prisoner and cannot be punished privately. However, the conditions in this prison are poor. If he is injured, he will easily get sick and most likely die."

Qiaoya nodded: "Yes, thank you Mr. Wen."

What Mr. Wen means is that you can beat them, but don’t beat them to death directly.

In this way, the final cause of death was illness, not being beaten to death.

He Laowu didn't understand the hidden meaning of Mr. Wen's words, and glared at Qiaoya fiercely: "If you beat me to death, you will be a patricide, and you will be despised by people for the rest of your life! Not only you, but also your children in the future, they will also be despised..."

"Ah... it hurts so much, it hurts so much..."

Qiaoya walked straight into the cell without any instructions. She just raised the stick in her hand and brought it down again and again.

Unexpectedly, He Laowu, like a wild dog in a dead end, had a fierce look in his eyes and suddenly exerted force and pounced towards Qiaoya.

Fortunately, Liu Zhong was prepared and kicked He Laowu in the waist.

He Laowu screamed in pain, and in the end, he didn't even have the strength to scream.

At this time, Qiaoya herself was out of breath. She dropped the stick, walked up to Mr. Wen, and begged, "Mr. Wen, don't let him live."

"Miss Qiao, just don't worry. People who do too many evil things will not survive."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Qiaoya choked.

"It's not a big deal. Killing a few scumbags is not a big deal. Go out quickly, Qiao girl. If you stay here for too long, you will get sick easily."

"Yeah!" Qiaoya nodded heavily and walked out in silence.

Afterwards, she followed Liu Zhong and went with him to invite a fortune teller to calculate an auspicious day. They took her mother out of the coffin of the consumptive patient and found a place near the mountains and rivers to bury her properly.

She did not let her mother be buried in the He family's ancestral tomb. She felt that her mother would not like such a place.

After finishing these things, Qiaoya returned home and received news from the prison in Jingzhao Prefecture that He Laowu had died of illness.