Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1791

These days, Shi Wanzhen took on the work of an embroiderer.

Her embroidery skills were pretty good, and the mistress of the Marquis's Mansion specially arranged for her to be paid 10% higher than the market price.

She and Nanny Yuan depended on each other, doing embroidery together, and lived a very peaceful life.

Shi Wanzhen had long forgotten about her children. In the final analysis, she was a selfish person at heart.

They say a mother must be strong, but she really can't be strong enough.

But when a government official suddenly came to her house and informed her that her son had committed a crime and was to be sentenced to death, she became panic-stricken.

There are only a few people left in this world who are related to her by blood.

Both her parents are gone, and her younger brother Shi Chengxuan can barely take care of himself, let alone take care of her.

There were only a pair of children left. But could those children really be trusted?

Shi Wanzhen knew the situation clearly. Her son even dared to hit her, how could she count on such a cold-hearted person?

But Shi Wanzhen still cried bitterly.

Shi Yunqi was too lazy to pay attention to her. He just said in a cold voice, "Please don't disturb Xia'er, aunt." Then he got on the carriage and drove away.

Dark as ink.

Shi Wanzhen was tired of crying, and she sat on the stone steps in front of the young master's house for a long time. When the night breeze dried her tears, she staggered back home.

"I went to ask for it," she said to Nanny Yuan, "but Qi'er refused."

Nanny Yuan comforted her in a gentle voice, "It's good that you have done your best. Madam, please be at ease. You haven't had your dinner yet, I will heat it up for you right away."

Shi Wanzhen was indeed hungry. That night, she ate two more bowls of rice than usual.

In the mansion of Viscount Changshan, Song Chengze was talking to his family about Song Ruishi selling his sister and colluding with outsiders to burn down the mansion of Marquis Jian'an.

Mrs. Song's teacup banged against the table with a clang, her fingertips trembling. "What did I say? That's not a good thing! He's simply a source of trouble! Fortunately, he wasn't allowed to live in the mansion, otherwise, we wouldn't know how the whole family died."

Song Chengze nodded solemnly.

All the relatives in the room felt a chill down their spines and were sweating profusely.

"I heard he will be sentenced to death by hanging." Song Chengze murmured, "It all depends on whether Marquis Jian'an will investigate to the end. If he comes forward to plead for mercy, the court may be able to show some leniency."

"Please?" Madam Song sneered and continued, "My Lord, your brain must have been damaged by a donkey! You are still begging for mercy on behalf of your enemy who committed arson and looting?"

"After all, he is his aunt's son."

"So what about my aunt's son?" Madam Song raised her eyes, "No one was killed this time. If someone had been burned to death, the Marquis would have cried and found no grave! Besides, if this kind of evil is not eradicated, it will probably get worse in the future."

Song Chengze nodded, "Madam, that's a good idea."

Madam Song raised her chin slightly and said firmly, "Just wait and see. If the Marquis does not urge an early execution, it will be a consideration for family affection."

"Madam is right." Song Chengze paused and continued to praise, "You can see far ahead."

As the saying goes, a child's character is a reflection of his adulthood. He is so vicious at such a young age. If he grows up a few more years, I'm afraid he will kill anyone he doesn't like.

Everyone talked about it and agreed that it would be better for the troublemaker to die.