I Have 100,000 Dead Warriors

Zhao Zhen was furious.

How could his daughter, who was so precious, live in such a place?

Who was so bold as to treat his eldest daughter so harshly?

At this time, a maid pushed the door open and cried dejectedly, "Princess, those people are too much. You are so sick, but your husband won't even let you hire a doctor. Your mother-in-law also scolded you for being hypocritical, pretending to be sick for no reason, and deliberately making trouble for others."

Hearing this, Huirou on the bed smiled miserably: "Forget it, if you are dead, you are dead. It is better to lie in the coffin quietly than to live like a ghost."

When Zhao Zhen heard this, he was frightened.

His daughter was so ill, but the prince consort refused to let the imperial physician be called. He was so bold.

Don't let him know which family the prince consort belongs to, otherwise I will exterminate all nine generations of his clan.

Just as he was thinking about it, a middle-aged woman wearing gold and silver jewelry, with a hair full of gold, jade and pearls, but with an extremely gloomy and mean face, walked in swaggeringly, surrounded by several servants.

Zhao Zhen recognized at a glance that this woman was the niece-in-law of his biological mother Li, and also Li Wei's biological mother Yang.

When Yang saw Huirou, instead of greeting her, she sat down and looked at Huirou with disgust.

"The princess is so proud that she actually has the nerve to ask the imperial physician to see her. She doesn't even know what the situation is?"

"It is said that a new emperor appoints new ministers. The previous emperor has passed away, and the new emperor is a descendant of a branch family. How could he care about blood ties?"

"I know you don't want to be a wife of the Li family, but a daughter who is married off is like water spilled, and you have no say in that."

"Once you enter our Li family, you must abide by our Li family rules, support your husband and children, and respect your parents-in-law. Even if you are a princess, aren't you letting me do whatever I want?"

At this point, Yang snorted, "My son is a man of excellent character and appearance, a first-class figure among gods and immortals. Why do you despise him? Who gave you the courage? From now on, you will endure it in my hands. I will make you wish you were dead!"

Huirou remained indifferent, saying nothing, her eyes were empty and lifeless, she only wanted death to be free.

Zhao Zhen was heartbroken and angry at the sight: "Evil woman! How dare you treat my daughter like this? You deserve to die, you deserve to die!"

Ever since he found out that the deceased Concubine Li was his real mother, he felt extremely guilty.

When a son wants to support his parents but they are no longer around, this is undoubtedly the greatest sorrow for a son.

Therefore, Zhao Zhen took out all his guilt and longing on his mother's family, the Li family, by giving them high positions, generous salaries, and endless rewards.

Not long ago, he had thought about marrying Huirou to a man from the Li family, to strengthen the relationship between the two families.

This thought will be realized in the future.

But he never dreamed that the Li family would treat his daughter so harshly.

There is also Li Wei, who was summoned not long ago and seems to be an honest and well-behaved child.

Who would have known that when he grew up, he turned out to be a heartless, ruthless and ungrateful person with a human face.

Later, Zhao Zhen saw that Huirou was in despair and misery because she could not find an imperial physician. When she died, her hair was disheveled, her body was frozen, and her body was covered with lice.

However, Li Wei and Yang, who treated her harshly, enjoyed wealth and glory and died of old age.

One was posthumously named Grand Tutor, and the other was granted the title of Second-Rank County Lady.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhen burst into tears and was heartbroken.

Huirou!

His poor Huirou!

If he hadn't been thinking about compensating the Li family and sending Huirou away like a commodity, such a tragedy would not have happened.

Everything is his fault.