Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Sure enough, Song Laosan's pupils constricted.

He always thought that only he, Lieutenant General He and Lieutenant General Chen and a few others knew about Pang You's situation in the capital.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Jianer had already got the news.

At present, his son is growing and developing, and he is just waiting for the day when he becomes truly strong to clear his name and avenge his hatred.

That’s right, redress was the word that flashed through Song Laosan’s mind at this moment.

He felt that he was plotted against by Qiao Jianer and forced into a desperate situation. He felt wronged and unwilling to accept the situation.

But, Qiao Jian'er knew about his son's existence. What would she do? Would she kill his son without anyone knowing?

Pang You was only thirteen years old. In front of the Qiao family, he was as weak as an ant, so he never showed up.

Thinking that one day all his hopes might be completely gone, Pang Da's face suddenly turned pale, his whole body turned cold, and he began to tremble violently.

He suddenly regretted his exchange with Lieutenant General Chen.

Only if he was alive was there the greatest hope. Pang Da then realized that this was a crime that could be atoneed for by an ordinary soldier, but he actually took it all on himself.

Because Pang You was used to threaten him, he was only thinking about choosing one of the two options and got himself involved. Now he realizes that there are other options.

Pang Da regretted his decision to the core. He struggled desperately, looking at the sky and then at the crowd, his facial features twisted and distorted.

He is the chosen one, and he has always been lucky. He really hopes that at this moment, there will be a turn for the better and someone will appear to save him.

Now that he knew all this, how could he be at peace with his death?

However, all he saw were people watching the fun, all he heard were voices cursing him, and the Qiao family members' happy faces.

Nothing could respond to the desire in his heart.

"Ahhhhh." Pang Da waved his arms. He couldn't die. If he died, Pang You would probably die soon after.

The executioner saw that the criminal, who had been quiet just now, was now so excited.

He looked up at the sun, which was getting closer to three quarters past noon.

The executioner sneered. He was pretending to be calm just now, but now he was getting closer and closer to death and was panicking.

However, compared to Song Laosan's reaction, the other death row prisoners all lowered their heads, and became more and more lifeless as time went on.

"That criminal, let him be quiet." The executioner pointed at Song Laosan.

A large dirty rag was stuffed into his mouth and another punch hit his head.

Song Laosan was drowsy, but he still remembered his obsession. He cried and made a dying struggle.

When he regained consciousness, he looked at the Qiao family with extremely resentful eyes again. The Qiao family was so calm, yes, they watched him die calmly, because they knew that he could not escape this time no matter what.

And the look in their eyes was as if they were looking at an animal waiting to be slaughtered.

Song Laosan was filled with hatred and regret. These emotions kept impacting his internal organs, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

Seeing him like this, the Qiao family felt indescribable joy in their hearts.

They thought that Song Lao San would die one day, but they didn't expect that his death would be so satisfying.

This was more pleasing to them than Song Lao San's death in the mountains.

Pei Shijiu stood beside Qiao Jianer.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with the result?"

Qiao Jianer smiled faintly: "Yes, the Second Young Master is thoughtful."

"They caused such a big commotion this time, so we must make them bleed. Not only was Panda executed, but the eldest prince was also beaten with thirty sticks and is still unable to get out of bed."

Pei Shijiu hugged his arms, feeling a bit lazy as if a big storm had passed.

Qiao Jianer said, "I have always believed in the Way of Heaven. God will stand on the side of justice. I will not offend others unless they offend me. But if someone offends me, they will have to pay the price."

It was three quarters past noon, and the sun was shining brightly, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

"Behead." The executioner handed out the token.

The death cards on the backs of the death row prisoners were removed, and the executioners raised their machetes high, with a cold light flashing on the blades.

With a wave of his hand and a slash of his sword, rows of heads fell to the ground, and blood spurted out from their necks several feet high. The people hurriedly retreated, exclaiming in amazement.

As citizens of the capital, they were no longer surprised. These death row prisoners all deserved their punishment and their deaths were not a pity. They only lamented the spectacular scene.

Seeing that the three old Songs had been beheaded and were completely dead, the Qiao family members returned.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Song Lao San had been causing trouble all these years, and now he could finally stop causing trouble.

Qiao Yunni was also in the capital, but Old Mrs. Qiao did not let her come. After all, they had been married for several years and had two children. No matter how much Qiao Yunni hated Song Lao San, she should not face such a situation.

However, Qiao Yunni had long developed a tough character. At this moment, she was checking the account books in a building that Qiao Lianer had bought for her, which specialized in selling nuts and candied fruits.

Today, the Qiao family members are very fluent in looking at account books and reading.

When the news came that Song Laosan was finally beheaded, Qiao Yunni just nodded with a look of relief on her face.

That’s great, Jianer won’t have to face such a father anymore.

She didn't know whether Jian'er felt wronged or whether she had any desire for fatherly love in her heart.

But she doesn't have such a father like Jianer.

Qiao Xier was standing in the front yard, and the maid Cuizhi beside her was burning paper.

There are three incense sticks inserted beside the basin, and the smoke is curling up.

Song Laosan died, and the revenge for her first child was finally taken. Now she can finally comfort the child's soul in heaven.

The new life in her belly was due in two months, but Qiao Xier was in a very calm mood. The pain of the past had turned into a faint regret and remembrance.

Today, everything is over.

She stepped through the door.

The families of those executed death row prisoners came to collect the bodies. The bodies were carried away one after another, and finally Song Laosan was left alone.

His head fell to the ground, but his eyes were still staring, as red as if they were filled with blood, and no one dared to look at them for a second.

At the intersection not far away, a figure emerged.

Now that he was eating and drinking well in the capital, the thirteen-year-old Song Ruier had grown a lot taller, and his face showed a bit more maturity and ruthlessness.

Even after his father died, he didn't dare to come out to clean up, for fear that his presence would be discovered.

It was all the Qiao family's fault. It was the Qiao family who brought his father to this end.

Now his father's body is torn apart at the execution ground, and he can only watch from afar. How sad it is.

Song Ruier clenched her fists, gnashed her teeth, and her eyes were filled with hatred.

Qiao Lian'er, Qiao family, just wait. There is a long way to go. I will grow up, pass the imperial examination and become an official. Then, it will be the end of you.

Song Ruier took a deep breath, turned around and left, disappearing in the crowd.