Zeng Jiayi wailed, her voice cracking with grief as she cursed, "You'll all die horrible deaths!"
"Get them out of here!" Zhi Wan said, her expression impatient.
The servants immediately stepped forward and drove Lady Qiao and Zeng Jiayi down the mountain.
Zeng Jiayi stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the villa on the mountainside, a venomous glint in her eyes.
Lady Qiao was also indignant and utterly unreconciled. "If I had known, I should have made a move a few days ago..." Now, look at this mess. The Zeng family's fortunes had turned. Never mind avenging her daughter; her husband was still locked up in prison.
"Mother, didn't you say Father has a godfather in the Capital? Hurry and write to him! Ask him to find a way to save Father! The Zeng family can't be allowed to fall..." Zeng Jiayi said, impatiently shaking Lady Qiao's arm.
