"Really? I'm afraid you haven't received the news yet, I'm the favorite son of the Jiang family master, but for my Jiang family master, I killed Aunt Hua and her son, so how can I imprison the young master's mother? There was an indescribable mockery in Jiang Yiming's words.

The gatekeepers listened to it one by one, and they were shocked, you look at me, I look at you.

They have some understanding of the reason why they came to guard the yard of the housewife, and they can't get rid of Aunt Hua, but now the young master's words directly pushed Aunt Hua's death onto the Jiang family master, and it can be said so directly, the authenticity is still very good, what happened just now, what is different?

Jiang Yiming was not in the mood to talk to them again, so he pushed them away directly, and the person guarding the door hesitated, but still didn't stop him, and let Jiang Yiming in.

The more Jiang Yiming walked inside, the more he could hear the sound of various things being thrown inside, and he couldn't help but feel a little irritable. But thinking that it was the mother who had been protecting her inside, the restlessness in her heart had subsided a little, but she couldn't be in a good mood.

Jiang Yiming pushed open the door and saw that Mrs. Jiang was about to smash a large vase, and she was still insulting something.

Because he was too angry, his whole expression was distorted, and coupled with his messy hair and clothes, the whole person was indescribably embarrassed.

And his mother's maids were kneeling aside, trembling all the time, and Jiang Yiming was still stained with blood on their bodies.

Jiang Yiming's face darkened, and he walked quickly towards Mrs. Jiang, stopping her movements.

Mrs. Jiang was about to lose her temper when she was pulled, but as soon as Jiang Yiming spoke, she was stunned and looked at the visitor. Then his hand hung down weakly, and tears couldn't help but overflow.

"Ming'er, your father actually ........." Mrs. Jiang cried bitterly before she finished speaking.

"I know, don't worry, I'm here, no one can hurt you."

After calming down for a while, Mrs. Jiang's mood finally stabilized.

Jiang Yiming ordered the two maids to fetch water for Mrs. Jiang to wash, while the rest of the people went to clean up the messy room.

"Ming'er." Half an hour later, Mrs. Jiang came out, her hair was meticulous, and her clothes were smooth, except for her eyes, which were still a little red and haggard, but the others were the same as usual.

Jiang Yiming stepped forward and helped Mrs. Jiang to sit down on the chair. He himself sat on the other side.

"Ming'er, what's going on? Your father has ordered my yard to be sealed and my people to be imprisoned, so why did you come in? Speaking of this, Mrs. Jiang's face was full of unwillingness, just a concubine and a concubine, and that person actually wanted to imprison her.

Jiang Yiming did not hide it, and told Mrs. Jiang about the hall just now.

Mrs. Jiang's face was full of joy.

"That slut and slut's son, it's not a pity for two people to die, but seeing your father's grievances, my mother's heart is very happy."

Jiang Yiming knew that she was unhappy, so he didn't criticize her too much, but some things still had to be explained clearly, so as not to have anything wrong in the future.

"Mother, tell me in advance what you want to do in the future. Today's events can't happen again. "Today, he has already seen the Jiang family master's approach so he is opportunistic, if he does it again, he may not be so lucky.

Mrs. Jiang was unhappy in her heart, but she didn't refute it, and dealt with it vaguely.