Reborn from the ashes: The Fifth Miss Devil

"Yes, then third uncle, let's go to work, I will accompany the three distinguished guests." Xia Houyuan bowed.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you, you stay with me, I'm going into the house." Xia Houan told Xia Houyuan.

"Yes, don't worry third uncle." Xia Houyuan replied in a gentle manner.

Xiahou'an nodded, and turned to Yun Jingchu and the other three, "You three, I'll go in first and let my nephew accompany you. You are similar in age and should have a lot in common. If you have anything to say, feel free to tell him."

"No problem, Third Master go get busy." Yun Jingchu smiled and nodded.

After watching Xia Houyuan leave with Yun Jingchu and the others, Xia Houan hurried back.

"Those wolf-hearted things dare to treat my Lan'er like that, old lady, I will definitely not let them go." Xia Houan just entered the door, and heard the old lady Xia Hou curse angrily.

Xia Houan knew that his mother must be asking about his nephew's past.

"Okay, ma'am, don't be angry, it will be bad if you get angry." Old Mrs. Xiahou advised cautiously from the side.

"It's all your fault. If you weren't weak back then, would our daughter have suffered those things?" Mrs. Xiahou glared at her husband angrily.

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault, I know I was wrong." Mrs. Xiahou looked like a doormat.

If outsiders were allowed to see the old master Xiahou, who was once all-powerful on the battlefield and in the court, so cautiously and lowly in front of his wife, they would not know how frightened they would be.

"It's good that you know. In the future, if you dare to make Qi'er suffer any more grievances because of those high-sounding reasons, I will never forgive you lightly." Mrs. Xiahou said with her eyes wide open.

"Yes, yes, I don't dare to be my husband..." the old man Xiahou said repeatedly.

"Father, mother, what are you talking about?" Xia Houan made a sound in time to save his father.

"Let's talk about how that heartbroken man and that vicious woman in the palace killed your sister." The old lady said angrily. After speaking, her expression became mournful, and tears began to flow from her eyes.

"Grandmother, don't be sad, it's all over." Dao persuaded, while looking apologetically at Mrs. Xiahou...

In fact, he had tried his best to describe these things in one word, but no matter how understated those things were, he could not conceal the grievances and sufferings his mother had suffered. His grandmother could guess the situation at that time with a little guesswork.

The old man Xiahou shook his head at the knife, expressing that it was all right.

"Later, what happened later?" Mrs. Xiahou wiped away her tears, regained her spirits, and urged Dao to continue.

Although hearing those things, her heart hurt like a knife, but she still wanted to know what her daughter had experienced.

Dao separated his mother and son from the only remaining guards and fled to the Yuan Kingdom. The nurse and mother passed away successively, and he said it lightly.

Hearing Mrs. Xiahou crying until she couldn't make a sound, even the old Mrs. Xiahou and her two sons beside her had red eyes.

"My son, my son..." Mrs. Xiahou patted her chest again and cried out of breath.

Seeing that Mrs. Xiahou was about to faint from crying again, Dao hurriedly said, "Grandmother, don't be sad, I will avenge my mother."

Madam Xiahou's crying paused, then she looked at the knife and said, "Yes, I want to avenge your mother, and I want to let those who killed her die badly, so as to comfort Lan'er's spirit in heaven."