Does your husband only love his wife?I turned around and left the house to marry a villain

Liang Wanzhi stood guard outside Shen Garden with confidence. She originally thought that Mr. Nanshan would come out to see her in person, but it was Shuntian Fuyi who she was waiting for.

"Your Majesty, go to Shuntian Mansion quickly. Miss Wan'er has caused a big trouble." Song Qian had just finished working on the shop and stepped into the Marquis Mansion when he was stopped by Siyu.

He raised his hand and rubbed his brow: "What's wrong with Miss Wan'er?"

"Some people from the government came to the Hou Mansion to ask about the whereabouts of Miss Wan'er. The servant did not dare to disturb the old lady. He only told the eldest lady. The eldest lady asked the servant to find the prince and asked the prince to go to the government to deal with it. Madam and the second wife were also at this moment. In Shuntian Prefecture, I heard that Miss Wan'er's buttocks were beaten to pieces by the government officials, leaving her with only half a life left..."

Siyu talked a lot, and when Song Qian heard that Xie Jinyun and Wei were also in Shuntian Fuyi, he knew that it was definitely not a good thing.

He turned around and ran out of the Marquis Mansion, mounted his horse, and drove towards Shuntian Mansion Yi at high speed.

When he arrived at Shuntian Prefecture, Song Qian saw that the gates were crowded with people, and everyone was talking about what was going on in the inner hall.

From time to time, women's screams could be heard inside.

Song Qian got off his horse, pushed through the crowd and looked into the inner hall.

Then they saw Liang Wanzhi being held on a bench, her hands and feet pressed, her skirt lifted, her trousers taken off to reveal her bloody buttocks, and she was being tortured with a board!

However, he was still being tortured in full view of the public.

His son Song Guangze was stopped by two policemen and cried heartbreakingly.

This kind of cane punishment, just taking off the clothes is enough to humiliate the dead. Song Qian secretly felt lucky that his grandmother did not know about this, otherwise the Hou Mansion would no longer be able to tolerate Liang Wanzhi.

"stop!"

Song Qian took off his robe, rushed to Liang Wanzhi, and covered the exposed body and bloody wounds.

Liang Wanzhi took a deep breath, turned her head and glanced at Song Qian, then cried aggrievedly: "Husband... madam, my wife's person reported it to the official..."

what! !

Song Qian suddenly raised his head and looked to the opposite side.

Mr. Nanshan sat on the Taishi chair, while Wei and Xie Jinyun sat in the back row.

His eyes fell on Xie Jinyun, and he recalled the scene of Liang Wanzhi being tortured with a rod just now, and endless anger surged in his heart.

At this moment, Xie Jinyun was like a judge, looking at him and Liang Wanzhi with cold eyes.

"Who is in the hall? Leave quickly." Mr. Chang picked up the clapper and slapped it heavily on the table.

Song Qian stood up and bowed in salute: "I am Song Qian, the eldest son of the Yongning Marquis Mansion."

It's okay that he didn't say anything. As soon as he revealed his identity, the eyes of those watching outside the hall fell on Song Qian.

It was nothing more than curiosity about the Yongning Hou Crown Prince who had returned from the dead.

He suppressed his anger towards Xie Jinyun and asked, "I don't know what mistake she made. Your Excellency wants to use such a severe punishment on a woman."

"Who are you?" Lord Chang asked.

Song Qian had a lump in his throat and was unable to introduce his and Liang Wanzhi's identities openly.

He lowered his head and glanced at Liang Wanzhi. When he raised his head, he ignored Xie Jinyun and replied: "This woman is an honored guest of my old lady, the Marquis of Yongning. Her surname is An, she is from Lingnan, and she came to Yanjing from south to north."

Mr. Chang turned to look at Mr. Nanshan: "She stole the famous painting and spoke arrogantly."

Liang Wanzhi retorted weakly: "I, I didn't steal the famous painting. That, that was "Fuchun River Scenery" inherited from my great-grandfather. I, I was framed by Madam. Madam, why did you frame me? !”

Liang Wanzhi raised her hand and pointed in Xie Jinyun's direction with trembling fingers.

Song Qian's face was gloomy, his hands behind his back were clenched slightly, and he asked Xie Jinyun as calmly as possible: "What evidence do you have to accuse her of stealing famous paintings?"