A fresh flower stuck in cow dung _1
Jiang huaijin's expression turned ugly.
The boy even pinched her butt.
His face was gloomy.
"My son is still young, still a child. He just turned seven this year and is not even eight yet. She didn't have the bad intentions of those stinky men. Don't be angry, lady Jiang. He's just unhappy that he died too early." Madam Chu looked at Jiang huaijin.
Jiang huaijin forced a smile.
He didn't have any bad intentions.
Ha, she didn't have any bad intentions and still understood the meaning of marriage.
If he didn't have any bad intentions, then what was the matter with the maidservant who was beaten to death in his courtyard?
Jiang huaijin had heard that a few months ago, a seven or eight-year-old child had entered the maidservant's room. He took the little maidservant's underclothes and was caught by consort Chu in public.
She insisted that the maidservant had led the young master astray and beat the maidservant to death.