Chapter 38: The so-called love

"The lower officials don't know what Jiang Lao means by this." Ye Junchen raised his head, a pair of sharp eyes on Scar's face looked at the old man in front of him, in the face of such power, there was no sign of retreat, and said righteously, "If the lower official really covets the power of the Jiang family, why should the lower official have such a stiff quarrel with Miss Jiang Er and Jiang Xiangguo." ”

"Han Xing did inform Yu Xia of what happened just now, Eleven is Miss Jiang is just Jiang Lao's words, Eleven has not admitted it, the two parties have their own words, as Dali Temple, how can they be gullible with Jiang Lao's words?"

When Jiang Xiaotian heard Ye Junchen's words, he was so angry that his beard blew up.

"Lord Night!" Jiang Xiaotian scolded, "The old man is the protector of the country, can he still recognize his own granddaughter wrong?" ”

"Elder Jiang, if Eleven is really your own granddaughter, why did she disappear innocently for so many days?"

Ye Junchen's rhetorical question made Jiang Xiaotian speechless for a moment, holding a sullen breath.

The atmosphere in the room was so oppressive that it was unbearable.

"Lord Night, can you let the old man meet the child?" Jiang Xiaotian opened his mouth and broke the situation, his voice was full of distress, "Nian Nian had a serious illness when she was five years old, and her brain was burned out because of it, and the old man is afraid that she will suffer a loss outside." ”

Ye Junchen's face became colder and colder, and his hands hidden under the official robe couldn't help but clench into fists.

Before drowning and fainting, he was almost sure that after seeing Jiang Xiaotian, he was completely sure that eleven was Jiang Yinian.

No wonder he couldn't find it for so many years, after saving him, he got sick and burned his brain, and he was always hidden in the mansion by the Jiang family, and when he thought of the knife wound on Niannian's body, he couldn't help but redden.

"Suffer?" Ye Junchen sneered, "Elder Jiang doesn't need to squeeze the lower officials openly and secretly, even if Miss Jiang loses her reputation in Dali Temple, it is better than losing her life!" ”

"Night Junchen!" Jiang Xiaotian slapped on the coffee table next to him, and suddenly sawdust flew everywhere, shattered to the ground, and shouted in a low voice.

Ye Junchen didn't have the slightest fear, looking at the angry Jiang Xiaotian, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Old Jiang, do you know where Xia Guan found Miss Jiang?" Ye Junchen's voice became soft, and he smiled, "Mass grave." ”

When Jiang Xiaotian heard these three words, his pupils couldn't help but constrict, and he looked incredulous.

"If it weren't for the providence of heaven, how could Xia Guan have noticed that one person was still alive in so many dead piles?"

"Jiang Lao knew that the two wounds on her back and chest almost killed her."

"The dignified Miss Jiang Mansion was actually assassinated and thrown in a mass grave, you Jiang Mansion just thought that she was accidentally lost, if it wasn't for the lower officials to save her, Jiang Lao may have found only a corpse that had been rotting for many days."

"Elder Jiang, you just said that Miss Jiang was sick when she was five years old, her brain is not very good, she has always lived in Jiang Mansion and does not go out often, in this case, why is she in a mass grave and why is she seriously injured?"

"This is the so-called love of your Jiang Mansion?"

Ye Junchen's every sentence was like a knife stabbing into Jiang Xiaotian's chest, and the whole person fell into the chair, his hands kept kneading the armrests, his face was pale, and he blamed himself more.

"Jiang Lao, Eleven is a guest of Dali Temple, you can take her away at any time, Dali Temple is busy with official business, so you won't send the adults away, and the next official will retire." Ye Junchen turned to leave, and when he was about to leave the room, he stopped, tilted his head slightly, and said, "There must be two if there is one, and there must be three if there is two, unless Miss Jiang is really dead, the matter of the mass grave will continue to be staged." ”