The child who was crying on his knees was only about eight years old.

Dressed in a white mourning dress.

Yueli saw the surrounding furnishings, isn't this Jiang's Mansion?

If Feng Yueli didn't guess wrong, she had fallen into Jiang Wuxin's illusion by mistake.

It is estimated that the bracelet on her wrist brought her into the realm of illusion.

This kid is Jiang Wuxin.

Jiang Wuxin knelt on the ground and cried extremely sadly.

And the people standing around them all looked unconcerned.

It was as if Jiang Wuxin was crying, it was a joke.

Jiang Wuxin once told her that his mother died when he was very young.

Approximate the time, this is when he was eight years old, so...... Now it should be his mother who died.

She lowered her eyes slightly, in deep thought.

But there was a sharp woman's voice, which broke the atmosphere in the waiting hall.

"Yo, don't cry for our young master Jiang, if you cry, we can't help you, why do you need to win this sympathy? My mother is dead, and there will be no one to support you in the future, and your father doesn't care about you, won't crying make everyone look down on you even more? Hahahahaha......ha

The crowd laughed too.

Jiang Wuxin clenched his fists tightly under his sleeves, and hatred flashed in his eyes: "Don't talk about my mother!!"

The woman's face suddenly turned cold: "Young Master Jiang, no matter what you are, you are just a child, you actually dare to come to reprimand me, an elder, are you too bold, why don't you tell me about your mother, your mother is so useless, she can't even keep your father, and now she is gone, I want to protect you, but I can't have my life to protect you, isn't this a short-lived ghost?"

Her words poked Jiang Wuxin's wounds.

Jiang Wuxin got up and came over, and pushed the woman away very angrily.

Although an eight-year-old child does not have much strength, he can still push people to the ground.

Feng Yueli could only watch all this from the perspective of a bystander now.

She can't stop anything.

At this time, Jiang Wuxin probably hasn't learned to endure words.

Now this push has made him the object of everyone's hostility.

The woman fell to the ground, gritting her teeth in anger, and she said sharply: "Someone, Jiang Shaozhu is beating someone, come over and hold him down."

After that, she motioned to the people on the side to hold down Jiang Wuxin with her eyes.

The guards on the side all came over to hold Jiang Wuxin and pressed him to the ground.

Immobilized.

Jiang Wuxin wanted to struggle, but he didn't have the strength to struggle at all.

The woman came over and raised her hand to give Jiang Wuxin a slap.

Jiang Wuxin's delicate skin was imprinted with red handprints.

The woman still wanted to fight.

Two slaps, three slaps, four slaps, thirty slaps in a row, everyone was snickering on the side.

After the woman finished beating, she clapped her hands, took a handkerchief and wiped her hands, and then threw it on Jiang Wuxin's face: "Little sinner, you dare to push the old lady, today's thirty slaps are cheap for you, if you dare to do something else in the future, I will definitely make your life worse than death."

With that, she walked away.

The guards finally let go of Jiang Wuxin, and Jiang Wuxin's eyes had tears in them, but they didn't come out.

Seeing that the excitement had ended, everyone left one after another.

Of the entire people in the hall, only Jiang Wuxin knelt there.

After everyone left, the tears in Jiang Wuxin's eyes finally couldn't hold back and fell.

He knelt in front of his mother's coffin.

When he saw his mother lying in the coffin, he leaned against the coffin and began to cry.