An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

Pu Ge'er continued to mutter with a sad expression, "Grandma sometimes scolds Mom, saying that she should be in charge of your dowry. Daddy saw me get up by myself after being pushed down by my eldest brother, and told me that I was a man and was not allowed to cry or tell Mom."

Pu Ge'er felt so wronged that he wanted to cry, but the tears in his eyes fluttered but did not fall.

He had wanted to tell his mother for a long time, but his mother always told him to be careful in his actions and try to avoid going near that place. So he didn't dare to tell his mother, for fear that his mother would be blamed by his scumbag father, scolded by his grandmother, and that she would be sad.

So he endured it and tried not to go to his grandmother's house when his mother was not around.

"Okay! Okay! From now on, they have nothing to do with us. No one will bully our brother Pu anymore." Chu Chunxi knew from his past life that the grievances his brother was suffering were minor. But Jing Qiurong regretted it so much that her back teeth were almost bleeding.

She is indeed blind.

However, Jing Qiurong did not cry with her children as expected. Instead, she sat quietly looking at the two siblings opposite her. She touched Pu Ge'er with her hand to comfort him, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Chu Chunxi just wanted to return to the small courtyard in the east of the city as soon as possible. She had a lot of things to do tonight. Many things had to be put into the space, and she also had to discuss with Uncle Zhou what to do after she left.

She was going into exile with her grandfather, and the round trip would take at least three or four months. She had to coordinate and arrange some things with Zhou Wei, and also had to explain some things to her mother.

After all, once she left for the place of exile, she wouldn't be able to take care of the capital anymore. She didn't want anything unfavorable to them to happen in the capital while she was away.

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In the prison,

The first people to be imprisoned were the direct descendants of the Jing family. The cells were dark, low and narrow. The women were locked in one room, and the men were locked in the opposite one, separated only by an aisle a few feet wide.

Fortunately, there are not too many people in their room, only fourteen in total.

There were nine female relatives: Old Lady Jing and her three daughters-in-law, Zhuang, Yin and Si, the eldest daughter of the first wife, Jing Mingyue, the youngest daughter of the second wife, Jing Mingzhu, the old concubine, Qian, and the concubines of the first and second wives, Zhao and Feng.

Among the men, there was only Jing Chang'an and his four nephews, namely the eldest son of the first wife, Jing Congjun, the second son, Jing Congguang, the fourth son, Jing Congming, the illegitimate son; and the third son, Jing Conghui, the second son of the second wife.

Everyone was escorted all the way here. Except for a few tears when they said goodbye to a few young children at the gate, no one cried, complained, or made a noise. Even the three-year-old Jing Mingzhu did not cry. She was only carried for half of the way. For the rest of the way, she held Aunt Zhao's hand tightly and insisted on walking by herself.

Jing Mingzhu was a posthumous child. After Jing Chang'an disappeared, the deputy commander arranged for the pregnant Concubine Zhao to be sent back to the capital. Perhaps due to the exhaustion of the journey and her extreme grief, she went into premature labor a few days after returning. She didn't have to go into exile with him, but due to her young age and infirmity, she was reluctant to leave her mother. Concubine Zhao was also worried that if she left, without anyone to take good care of her, she would never see her again.

Aunt Zhao insisted on taking the child with her, and wanted to die with him, so there was no way to persuade her, so she had to let her take the child with her.

Those who can enter the Jing family are not ordinary people. Old Madam Jing knows the personalities of her daughters-in-law very well. Although they are all straightforward and there are inevitably some minor frictions when they are together, but at the critical moment, everyone is like a man of blood, not complaining or retreating, and will never be a deserter.

The third daughter-in-law, Si Yan, who had been married for only two months, came from a family of scholars. The old lady and Jing Changning could not bear to see her go into exile with them, and they wanted to write a letter of divorce to let her go back to her parents' home. However, she stubbornly shook her head and refused to leave, indicating that she would be a member of the Jing family in life and a ghost of the Jing family in death, and she would follow Jing Changning anyway.

The old lady felt proud and thought that this was what a woman from the Jing family should be like. After all, she and her husband and sons all had good taste.

Erlang, Sanlang and Silang quickly spread out the messy pile of straw as soon as they entered the cell, and asked Dalang and the third uncle to put the grandfather down steadily. Then they sat around the grandfather respectfully.

The three daughters-in-law across from them immediately made room for the old lady to sit down first. Jing Changning noticed that his mother no longer had the same aura she had when facing the Fourth Prince and Eunuch Li. He was worried that she might have lost her strength from anger and had walked several miles, and was afraid that she couldn't bear it. He hurriedly asked, "Is mother okay?"

The old lady's tense body and mind were now exhausted, but the tension had finally relaxed. She gripped the wooden railing with both hands and let out a long, heavy breath. "I can still hold on, but I'm worried about your father..." Then, with a look of worry on her face, she looked at the man lying across from her, still unconscious.

Several women crowded to the front of the wooden fence, anxiously looking at the head of the family opposite who was covered in blood and had not had time to change his clothes.

Jing Changning checked his father's injuries again. He carried and shook him all the way. His back and buttocks, which were beaten so badly that they were already bruised, were no longer bleeding. Moreover, the bloody areas had actually started to dry up after applying medicine, which surprised him.

He took a long time to answer: "Father is fine."

Jing Changning couldn't help but take out the remaining bottle of medicine in his arms and take a look. Dalang also felt something was wrong and came over to take a closer look, then asked, "Uncle San, where did you get this good medicine?"

He didn't believe that the dog emperor would be so kind as to return such good medicine to his grandfather when he left the palace. However, there had never been such good medicine before, and the color and texture of the medicine were not right.

He noticed his grandfather's hand moved twice while carrying him all the way, indicating he was still conscious. But his grandfather hadn't uttered a single groan in the seven or eight miles from General Jing's residence to the prison. Looking at the wound's current condition, it should be better than the remedies prescribed by the renowned military and imperial physicians.

Also, what kind of medicinal powder did Uncle San feed Grandfather? It couldn't be ground ginseng or Ganoderma lucidum, right?

"Aunt and Sister Xi are so thoughtful. They prepared it for Grandpa long ago. Please help us apply the medicine again and help Grandpa change this bloody shirt."

Madam Qin nodded and said, "You can't wear these clothes anymore. Change them. They'll be more comfortable if they're dry and fresh."

Dalang slammed his fist on his head. "Third Uncle is really wise. He even thought of preparing clothes for Grandpa. Unlike me, who is so stupid, I didn't think of anything."

How could he know that this was also thanks to his cousin. This set of clean clothes was prepared in advance because Sister Xi said that her grandfather was carried back, otherwise he would not even have a change of clothes.

When applying the medicine, the old general remained silent, but he suffered a lot when changing his clothes. However, he still gritted his teeth and only groaned occasionally.

It was not until this time that the old lady silently shed tears. She felt pain in her heart, but also comforted: It’s good to know the pain. It would be troublesome if she didn’t know anything.