After the divorce, the four big guys became my servants

Then, he shouted fiercely: "Come here, bring me my whip, bamboo sticks, and boards!"

With these torture instruments to intimidate him, he didn't believe that this rebellious girl would dare to challenge him.

Meng Zhaoge shed a tear unconsciously.

Look, this is her father who is related to her by blood - now, he is torturing her with the same methods he used on criminals.

The servants closed the door and brought the torture instruments one by one.

Meng Qingyun swung the bamboo stick into the air, and the thin bamboo stick became like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

"Are you going to save your sister or not?"

Meng Zhaoge: “No.”

Meng Qingyun pointed at her face and said, "How dare you! Just because you married a man, you think you are so great that you can be so disrespectful to your parents!"

"You are wrong again." Meng Zhaoge said calmly, "This has nothing to do with any outsiders. What Zhaoge did today is the result of what my parents have done."

"Why, are you saying we are sorry for you?"

Meng Qingyun cursed fiercely: "You ungrateful bastard, who made you live a life of luxury? You are so ungrateful, I should have thrown you into the pile of beggars."

Meng Zhaoge had a blank expression on his face: "The dog at home doesn't have to worry about food and clothing, so how is the difference between how you treat me and how you treat a dog?"

"What's more." She paused, and curled her lips sarcastically: "If you had thrown me away at the beginning, who would have worked like a slave for you to find Meng Changning? Do you think you can have another child?"

As the words fell, the air seemed to freeze.

Meng Zhaoge's words really hit the sore spot of the Meng couple.

Mrs. Meng had already hurt herself during the birth of her first two children. Later, she believed the gossip of the charlatan and, in order to find Meng Changning, she ignored the doctor's advice and became pregnant with Meng Zhaoge, which nearly cost her her life.

Therefore, Meng Qingyun always felt resentful towards his youngest daughter, always feeling that it was his daughter who harmed his wife.

Hearing this, Mrs. Meng's body swayed, and Meng Qingyun almost choked.

He felt that Meng Zhaoge was humiliating him, and immediately shouted at the servants: "Pin down this bastard!"

Several servants were eager to try.

Meng Zhaoge shouted angrily: "I'll just stand here and see who dares to move."

The servants were suppressed by her aura and looked at each other, not daring to step forward.

"A bunch of trash!" Meng Qingyun's veins bulged. He threw down the bamboo stick fiercely, then picked up the thick and long whip and swung it hard.

The whip made a sharp sound in the air, like the roar of a wild beast.

Meng Zhaoge just stood there, staring at Meng Qingyun without fear.

"Unfilial daughter! Today I will teach you a lesson!"

After saying this, the long whip with dense tiny thorns flew towards the slender girl like a mad snake coming out of a cave.

The girl stared at the whip that was so close to her, as if she could already feel the severe pain of its piercing flesh.

Hit me, just this once, and she will pay you back tenfold later.

she thinks.

But in a flash, a blue-gray figure arrogantly stood in front of her.

With a "snap" sound, the whip suddenly pierced the flesh.

Yuan Jinglie's thin figure swayed slightly, and he couldn't help but frown.

Everyone present was stunned.

Meng Zhaoge looked at the boy with the eye patch in front of him in astonishment: "You..."

She wanted to ask him why she helped him, but she hesitated.

What she didn't know was that this came from Yuan Jinglie's instinct.

Strangely enough, his body, before his will, stood in front of her.

The appearance of this obstacle made Meng Qingyun even more furious.

It was really outrageous that a lowly servant dared to disobey him. If he didn't teach him a lesson, he wouldn't have to be the master of the general's mansion in the future.

Meng Qingyun gritted his teeth and swung the whip to hit him.

This caused the young man, who was already cold from the rain, to stagger and kneel on the ground.

The eye mask on his eyes, which he had not fastened in his haste, also loosened and fell to the ground.

Meng Zhaoge became anxious and glared at Meng Qingyun angrily, wanting to squat down and help the boy up.

"Are you okay..."

But when she bent down, Yuan Jinglie had already raised his eyes. His eyebrows were slightly knitted, his face was pale, and a strand of hair on his forehead covered his eyes.

It was an eye as blue as the ocean.

Meng Zhaoge looked at those strange eyes and was completely stunned. He couldn't say a word for a long time.

It was that dream...

It was the young man who drove away the wild wolf for her and allowed her to rest in peace.

He actually exists!

Meng Zhaoge's heart beat faster and faster, and she thought in disbelief: Wasn't that a dream, but her past life seen by her soul?

But she didn't know this young man at all, so why did he want to be buried with her after her death?

Before Meng Zhaoge could think about it, Meng Qingyun took advantage of the two men's unpreparedness and whipped them again.

This time, a cold look flashed across Meng Zhaoge's eyes. He stood up and grabbed the whip.

The tiny thorns cut her hands, but she didn't even frown.

"Have you made enough trouble?" Meng Zhaoge threw down the whip. "If you have, it's time for me to settle accounts with you."

"You?" Meng Qingyun said disdainfully, "In the general's mansion, why are you acting like a princess in front of me?"

At this moment, the butler Xu Bo rushed in in a panic.

"Oh no, Master! There are many people from the Jing Palace outside! They said they want to take the princess back!"

Xu Bo reported in panic, and glanced at the benefactor beside the second young lady.

The boy was small and thin, with a pale face. Blood dripped down his back, "pat, pat" onto the ground.

Xu Bo was surprised, but did not dare to ask more questions.

Meng Qingyun's expression immediately paused: "What!"

Mrs. Meng was also surprised and immediately thought: the people from the palace must have been sent by Meng Zhaoge.

Her little daughter saw through her pretense of illness and had already thought of a way out before coming.

Now that people from the palace have come in a grand manner to pick up their princess, there is no reason for the Meng family to keep Meng Zhaoge any longer.

At this time, Mo Huan had already rushed out of the main hall with the people from Prince Jing's Mansion.

Meng Zhaoge glanced back.

A huge group of people, wearing the uniform of the palace, holding sticks in their hands, came aggressively and shouted in unison:

"Greetings to Her Majesty the Princess!"

"Welcome back to the palace, Princess!"

"Welcome back to the palace, Princess!"

If you don’t know the situation, you might think the enemy is at the gate.

Meng Zhaoge couldn't help but laugh secretly, thinking: This girl Mo Huan and the servants she found are quite bullies.

Meng Qingyun's expression was extremely ugly: "Are you trying to intimidate your father? Take them away!"

But Madam Meng gritted her teeth and called her, "Zhao Ge!"

Her face turned pale. "Ning'er is your biological sister after all. Are you really going to let her die in the palace?"

"Mom, be careful with your words." Meng Zhaoge raised an eyebrow: "A place as good as the palace will only raise people, not kill people."

"You——" Madam Meng clenched her palms and could only take a step back: "How about this, you make a condition, as long as you are willing to rescue Ning'er, I will agree to anything."

Faced with his mother's humility, Meng Zhaoge could only sneer in his heart.

What she wanted was never material things.

"What can mother give me? Prince Jing's Mansion has everything." Meng Zhaoge looked around the room.

When her eyes swept over him lightly, Yuan Jinglie's heartbeat involuntarily quickened.