The Princess of Northern Land

"Madam." The mother-in-law called again, but there was fear and sadness in her voice.

When Li Jieyong turned around, he saw Mu sitting on the ground holding Li Yanran tightly, but black blood was flowing out of her mouth.

The people watching in front saw clearly and screamed in surprise. The unknown people behind began to make commotion.

"Mother." Li Jieyong crawled up and down, knelt down in front of Mu and cried loudly.

Li Jiesong looked at his mother and sister with straight eyes. In the blink of an eye, two of the closest people had died. He was also shocked.

"A woman's kindness." Mr. Li was more angry than distressed. He looked at the dead Mu angrily.

In his opinion, Mu's suicide in front of so many people was nothing more than a slap in his face, which showed that Mu's heart did not exist as a husband at all.

In fact, this is exactly what Mu meant just now.

"Mom, why are you so stupid?" Li Jieyong was the only one in the audience who was really sad for Mu.

When the people who had previously criticized the Mu family saw this scene, many people sighed with emotion, but they were no longer as resistant to the Mu family as before.

"A life is worth a life. Li Jiesong is imprisoned and will serve for five years. He will be released after five years." Chu Suifeng finally spoke.

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty." Mr. Li bowed to express his gratitude, but he was not very happy in his heart.

As the eldest son of the Hou family, if Li Jiesong goes to do hard labor and comes back, I don't know how many people will look down on the Hou family.

In the final analysis, what Mr. Li cares about most is his own face.

Li Jiesong cried with joy after hearing this. If his hands and feet were not tied to the pillars, he almost wanted to dance.

Live, he doesn't have to die.

"Mother." Li Jieyong was still crying.

Li Jiesong only stabilized his mind after making sure he survived. He turned his head and saw Mu holding Li Yanran without letting go. The corner of his mouth curled up. The joy of being alive still prevailed in his heart. Facing the corpses of a pair of relatives, he didn't cry out.

Chu Suifeng seemed to have had enough of the Li family's farce. He mounted his beloved horse and left with a group of black armored soldiers.

Two of the black-armored soldiers took Li Jiesong away, but Li Jiesong was no longer afraid because he was sure that he would not die.

Lord Li was relieved when he saw that the God of Plague was finally gone. When I lowered my head and saw Li Jieyong crying again, I immediately became angry again, "Why are you crying? They brought it upon themselves."

Li Jieyong's voice finally became softer, but for the first time, he felt disgusted with Mr. Li. However, he still didn't show any respect for his face, "Dad, what should I do?"

"Just find a place to bury them." Mr. Li replied without thinking. He would never allow Mu and Li Yanran to enter his ancestral tomb, which would embarrass the Li family's descendants for generations.

"Dad, so many people are watching." Li Jieyong retorted angrily, "Mom, she didn't make any big mistake."

He was reminding Mr. Li that Mu was still the head matron of the Li family. If he handled it like this, everyone in Fengcheng would be waiting to see his joke.

Mr. Li looked around and sighed secretly, "Take them back."

"Brother, that girl is a capital offender, so she can't be taken back to the house." The second roommate objected.

Li Jieyong didn't dare to do anything to his father Li Houye, but he had no scruples about his second wife. "Second uncle, my mother is the mistress of the mansion. Yanran did not die as a result of punishment. Prince Ling didn't care about it. What do you care about? Besides, isn't the second uncle planning to leave the Hou Mansion in a few days?"