The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

Lu Menghua was afraid of Tang Xiuyan. When he found out it was dark, he immediately packed up his things and returned to Zhongyonghou Mansion with the scriptures he had copied.

However, as soon as he reached the door, he bumped into Tang Xiuyan who was coming back from outside.

Tang Xiuyan looked at her large and small bags and narrowed his eyes: "It's so late, where are you going?"

Lu Menghua took a step back, with a somewhat reluctant expression on his face: "I, I copied the Buddhist scriptures and sent them to my mother."

Tang Xiuyan: "Even if I want to send Buddhist scriptures, there is no rush now. It's too late today. Let's talk about it another day."

Lu Menghua shook his head subconsciously: "I want to go back now."

Tang Xiuyan's face turned cold. He stepped forward and grabbed Lu Menghua's neck, and said slowly: "Sending Buddhist scriptures is a lie, but wanting to escape is true, right?"

Lu Menghua's pupils trembled: "I don't want to run away, I really just want to go back and see my mother. Because of you, my parents are very dissatisfied with me. I always have to find a way to repair the relationship between us, so that my father will be willing to For my sake, I will help you."

Tang Xiuyan stared at her: "Are you really not trying to escape?"

Lu Menghua shook his head: "No."

"That's good," Tang Xiuyan laughed, let go of the hand that was holding her neck, and instead pulled Lu Menghua's arm and walked inside, "The relationship with your parents is not urgent today, so it's okay to go back later. Since you don’t want to escape, then come back with me.”

Lu Menghua's steps were stiff and his face was pale.

She begged for mercy in a low voice: "Husband, please let me go for now. At least give me some time to recuperate. I really can't bear it."

Tang Xiuyan's face turned cold: "Do you dislike me?"

Lu Menghua knew that if he dared to reveal this meaning today, it was not certain whether she would be alive tonight.

She took a deep breath and said quickly: "No, you are my husband, how can I dislike you at all?"

"That's good."

Tang Xiuyan didn't listen to any of her explanations at all. He dragged her back to the house and slammed the door.

Mrs. He threw herself at the door, crying again and again, but she could do nothing to help.

That night, the screams rang out in the house for most of the night, and they didn't stop until daybreak.

The next day, after Tang Xiuyan got up and went to court, He, who had been waiting all night, rushed into the room with a single stride.

In the room, Lu Menghua's expression was much more numb than the first time. She was lying on the bed with shocking bruises on her body.

He raised his hand to cover his mouth, but couldn't say anything. He could only take a warm handkerchief and wipe it gently with Lu Menghua.

Lu Menghua didn't move and murmured: "Tell me, has he ever treated Lu Jiuqing like this?"

He's hand paused and remained silent.

"She is the real wife. She should suffer such a crime. Why should it fall on me?"

Lu Menghua's hands on the sheets tightened little by little: "Lu Jiuqing should have to bear this..."

However, since the day she gave birth, she had never seen Lu Jiuqing again. Thinking about it, with the protection of the Ninth Prince, her life should be very comfortable, right?

Lu Menghua hated him even more when he thought of the Ninth Prince.

Why is that bitch Lu Jiuqing so lucky to be valued by the Ninth Prince?

As a married woman, what is her worth?

If, if it were him... Lu Menghua's eyes narrowed.