The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

Jiang Muxia glared at Tang Yi. This beast didn't even care about his own children. He just watched them being bullied. Liu Qinghe actually protected such a person. If she didn't wake her up by scolding her today, she would be powerless.

Tang Yi shrank his neck because of her glare and hid behind the pillar.

She walked quickly into the house. There was no stove in the house, and the air she blew turned into ice.

The child was lying in bed wrapped tightly in the quilt, crying breathlessly, his little face flushed and covered with tear marks.

She reached out and pulled the child out of the quilt, unwrapped it, and put her hand inside. It was sticky and wet, and her body was hot and wet.

She found a diaper in the corner of the bed, changed the child into clean clothes and diapers, and wrapped him in a thick blanket.

"Qingyun, bring the children into the house."

Qinghong held one child each by the hand. The two children were wearing thin clothes and were shivering from the cold.

"Qingyun, go get some coal and light the stove. Where are the children's clothes?"

The older girl immediately ran up, took out her and her brother's clothes from the closet and gave them to Jiang Muxia.

The younger boy sniffed and answered, "There is no coal. Aunt Cui took the coal away from others. She said that we don't deserve to use these things." The child felt aggrieved and burst into tears.

Jiang Muxia's anger grew, and she became even more angry at Liu Qinghe, "Your mother just let them take it away. Why didn't she let you wear thick clothes?"

The boy cried even louder, and the little girl gritted her teeth and said, "She said it was Dad who gave the order."

She pursed her lips, her eyes reddened, "Mother has always obeyed Father, how could she dare to say no."

"madness."

Qingyun ran angrily to Aunt Cui's room and brought over the coal basket. After the stove was lit, Jiang Muxia handed the children to Qingyun, and she got up and went to the yard.

Aunt Cui was helped up and was now leaning against Tang Yi, looking frail and pitiful.

Liu Qingyuan glared at Tang Yi and Tang Rong. He stood beside his sister and put his thick cloak with dark patterns on her.

Liu Qinghe stood in the middle of the yard like a wooden sculpture, with snowflakes all over her head and body. Her expression was as dull as death, and she was compared with the charming and seductive Aunt Cui. One was a gentle and lively beauty, and the other was a wooden fool. No wonder Tang Yi looked down on her.

Jiang Muxia was angry when she saw her lifeless look, not to mention the Tang family who looked down on her in the first place.

"Liu Qinghe." She suddenly raised her voice and yelled at her.

Liu Qinghe slowly raised her dead fish-like eyes, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

She looked at this familiar face and thought of the bright and beautiful face in her previous life, and her heart ached.

Liu Qinghe was originally introverted and not good at speaking. In addition, Tang Yi had been suppressing and insulting her for years. There was also a Cui who was always around her, which made her increasingly disheartened and she gradually became like this.

"Do you want to live like this?" Jiang Muxia walked up to her, grabbed her hand, pulled her so hard that she staggered, and forced her to look up at the people in the corridor. "Look at them, everyone is laughing at you. Even the servants think you are weak and can be bullied. They don't take you seriously. After bullying you, they bully your child. Are you willing to live like this forever?"

Liu Qinghe was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

Jiang Muxia heard Tang Rong muttering, "Coward."

She frowned but ignored it. He was right.

"If you don't want to, why don't you resist?"

Liu Qinghe glanced at Tang Yi and saw him glaring at her. She quickly lowered her head and said in a whisper, "He is my husband, I can't..."

Jiang Muxia was so angry that she raised her hand and slapped her, causing her to stagger. Liu Qingyuan reached out to hold her and glared at her.

"Do you know why I hit you?" She pointed at Tang Yi, only to see the three people standing under the eaves gloating, as if they deserved it. There was no trace of husband and wife affection at all.

"You can respect a husband who respects his wife and loves his children. But Tang Yi is a scum who stands aside and gloats over your misfortune when he sees you get slapped. He doesn't care about the lives of three children. Is he worthy of it?"

Tang Yi's face darkened and he opened his mouth but didn't dare to refute.

"He treats you four mothers like enemies, and you still respect him. Why do you respect him? Doesn't respecting him treat you as a human being?"

"But my parents taught me to put my husband first, respect my parents-in-law, and be considerate of my servants, so that my family can be harmonious. I did what my parents taught me, am I wrong?" Liu Qinghe tightly grasped the corner of her clothes. She was not stupid, so how could she not see that Tang Yi and Tang Rong never took advantage of her and made trouble for her openly or secretly? She always believed that this was her duty as a wife and sister-in-law. Even Aunt Cui thought that she was the one favored by her husband, and she should give her some face.

She didn't know how things had developed to this point. Why did everything go wrong in the end?

I feel like an unfavored concubine, and I have to do anything for them.

As time went by, she accepted it and thought that as long as she could make them happy, she didn't care what she did.

But after Jiang Muxia's two stories, she felt like she had opened up a new world. A woman could resist when she encountered injustice. As the wife, she could also rebuke the concubine for being disrespectful to her.

She suddenly became confused. Were all the things her parents taught her wrong?

"Yes, Aunt Seven, she is so stupid. You don't know that she has done a lot of embarrassing things. Now the old lady doesn't dare to let her go out for social events, for fear that she might say or do something wrong and embarrass us." Aunt Cui sneered.

She thought that Jiang Muxia hit Liu Qinghe because she was completely disappointed in her and would never care about her again. She exaggerated and ridiculed Liu Qinghe.

Jiang Muxia nodded in agreement, "Yes, such a stupid person should not be brought out to show off. Aunt Cui, did your old lady take you with her?"

Aunt Cui was stunned and lost her temper. As a concubine, no matter how favored she was, she couldn't go out for social events.

Tang Rong brushed off the snow on his body and walked out while sarcastically saying, "Since you know you are stupid and foolish, stay in your room and don't go out. If you do it again, I will divorce you."

She was there purely to watch the fun. Although her mother didn't say it explicitly, she understood from her mother's indulgence of Aunt Cui that the more miserable Tang Yi's life was, the happier her mother would be.

Jiang Muxia looked over coldly, she couldn't let her go, she had to force the person at the root out, thinking about it, she walked towards her. Tang Rong stared at her vigilantly, Jiang Muxia smiled, and when their bodies passed each other, Jiang Muxia cried out softly, then turned to glare at Tang Rong, "You dare to hurt me."

She raised her hand. There was a bloodstain on her left hand, blood oozing out. She raised her hand and slapped Tang Rong.

"How dare you, attacking your elders in public. You must be well-educated."

"You... I didn't." Tang Rong covered her face, her face flushed with anger, and pointed at Jiang Muxia and cursed, "You country girl, you dare to frame me in my own home, I, I..."

She wanted to say I'm going to beat you to death, you little bitch, but she didn't dare to say it. She looked at Tang Yi for help, and Tang Yi spoke, "Aunt Qi, could it be a misunderstanding? Maybe the ornaments on her clothes scratched your hand. It's just a small cut, it will heal in two or three days, it's nothing serious."

"It's nothing serious," Tang Si walked to Tang Yi's side, raised his hand and cut a thin long cut on his face, "Tang Shuli, it's just a cut on the skin, there's not even any blood, it will be healed in two days."