The Princess's Deadly Daily Life

The middle-aged man was still looking around, but he ignored the broken cabinet behind her and stared at her again, "Did you open the door and let her go?"

"I... I don't know what you are talking about?" The old lady avoided her son's questioning and wanted to go out with her crutches, but her son blocked her way.

"That's the girl I brought back yesterday. I didn't spend any money to trick her into it!" The man seemed to go crazy. He picked up the old lady's things on the table and threw them to the ground to vent his dissatisfaction.

Li Xiying saw through a gap in the cabinet that what fell to the ground was a box, and the faded Buddhist beads in the box fell out.

"My Buddhist beads! Amitabha, if Guanyin Bodhisattva wants to blame someone, blame this short-lived guy. Let the King of Hell take him away quickly! Amitabha, Amitabha." The old lady kept chanting.

"I told you to recite the sutras every day, but you pretend to do so. Haven't you harmed me enough? You widow...you bitch!" As he spoke, the man stomped hard on the Buddhist beads, his eyes tearing up uncontrollably.

"Do you think you let that girl go? Her father died, and I buried her, but it cost money!" He roared and gasped, his teeth chattering, and the rain all over his body made him even angrier.

"That's the money we earned from selling Shanluo! You old fool, it's all your fault. You wanted to make our family extinct!" He cursed heartbreakingly and looked heartbroken, as if the old man in front of him had done something extremely evil.

The old woman held on to her crutches tightly. She supported herself and slowly recovered. She seemed to have just come to her senses. Her eyes became clear in an instant. "You unfilial son, why did I give birth to a beast like you!"

The old woman slapped her son on the face, and said in a trembling voice, "Evil deeds will be punished. You drove your wife away, sold your daughter, and now you dare to point at your own mother and curse her. You... Chang'an City has a scourge like you. It's really a sin. When Huang Chao massacred Chang'an City, why didn't he kill you too? He killed so many good people, and left you to be the king of hell in this world. What a sin..."

The man was furious after hearing this. "You old fool, you are a jinx to your husband, son, and grandson. How dare you mention Shanluo? If it wasn't for the sake of supporting you and having an heir for this family, would I have sold her?"

"You, you beast!" The old lady raised her cane and hit him.

The middle-aged man snatched the crutch, gritted his teeth, and hit the old lady hard on the back, trying to use all his strength to hit her.

In the silent bedroom, along with the whistling sound of the wooden stick, it seemed that the only sound left was the sound of broken bones, and he was just venting the anger that had been accumulating in his heart for a long time.

"No!" Li Xi's head buzzed and her heart suddenly suffocated, and she screamed in the closet.

The old lady was no match for the blow and fell to the ground with one blow. Her eyes were wide open, her fingers curled and deformed in pain, her bent back seemed to have collapsed in a large part, and she exhaled a weak breath and then did not inhale again.

Those cloudy eyes were filled with tears, and their depths were filled with resentment.

What I regretted was that I didn’t live to see my granddaughter come home.

The Buddhist beads on the ground were broken into pieces, and a few of them were lying quietly around the old lady.

Li Xiying watched this scene through the gap with her own eyes, and pushed the door with all her strength, but was blocked. She felt like there was something stuck in her throat and couldn't utter a word for a while.

"Who, who is in the closet?" The middle-aged man heard the voice and his hand holding the stick obviously trembled.

Hearing the noise coming from the closet, he suddenly became cautious, wiped the sweat off his face, slowly approached and tried to ask: "Are you the young lady from yesterday? Did you hide in the closet?"

Suddenly, the bustling sounds outside the door resounded throughout the hall, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. Soon, a large group of yamen runners came in one after another.

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he staggered before he could even open the cabinet. When he looked back, he stepped on the old lady's Buddhist beads and fell heavily.

The leading yamen runner looked down at him and asked in a stern voice: "Did anyone in the neighborhood say that you beat your old mother?"

The middle-aged man didn't care about the pain. His arrogance just now seemed to be suddenly extinguished by such a serious atmosphere of scrutiny.

The leading yamen runner saw the old man lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, seemingly without any signs of life, so he reached out his hand to feel his breath and concluded: "You beat him to death!"

As he spoke, the yamen runners who had been following him came in. There were also a few neighbors standing at the door of the house, looking at the scene. Seeing the tragic death of the old man lying on the ground, they couldn't help but sigh among themselves.

The middle-aged man saw this scene and couldn't escape. The small house was surrounded by people. He shook his head in fear: "I didn't, I didn't, she fell down by herself!"

"How could she have fallen by herself! Sir, we can all testify. We are all the old lady's neighbors. The old lady lived such a miserable life. It is unfilial of this beast to mistreat the old lady on a daily basis. Now he has killed the old lady. He deserves to be put to death!" One of the neighbor aunties was indignant.

"Yes, you don't know the bad behavior of that man. His wife had a leg broken by him and ran away because she couldn't bear the cruelty. His daughter is even more pitiful because he was lazy and had no food to eat, so he sold his daughter to a brothel! Now he has killed his old mother. Hurry up and catch her to pay for her life!" said another neighbor.

"Yes, the old man was such a good person when he was alive, always smiling at everyone, but I didn't expect that he gave birth to such an unfilial son!"

"Yes! Catch him and make him pay with his life!..." The other spectators also cheered enthusiastically.

"Did you kill that person?" the chief of the yamen runners asked, grabbing the middle-aged man's shoulder sleeve.

His face was covered with sweat or rain, and he shook his head in embarrassment, "No, no, it's not me!"

Li Xiying looked through the crack in the door at the old man who was holding her hand and sobbing just now, but he fell to the ground in a short time. Although they met by chance, her heart ached. She slammed the cabinet again, "Open the door quickly!"

Hearing the sound, the bailiff walked to the cabinet, squatted down, removed the bolt, and opened the cabinet door.

"Who are you?" the middle-aged man asked in surprise. He just heard a woman in the closet, but he thought it was the woman from last night. He didn't expect it was someone else who hid in her mother's closet and saw everything!

Li Xixiao didn't care about her numb legs and staggered out of the cupboard. The moment she raised her head, anger accumulated in her eyes. She wished she could execute this man on the spot!

"I saw it with my own eyes. You took away your mother's pestle and beat her to death. How could such a tragic death be explained away by a simple fall? And you can see there are obvious marks of beating on the old woman's back. It's very simple. If you don't believe me, I can ask a coroner to verify it. The person who beat the old woman to death is you! What's more, I saw it with my own eyes. There are witnesses and material evidence. What else do you have to quibble about?" Li Xi was furious. This fat, bulging-headed, squashed-mouthed and rat-eyed man actually beat his mother to death. The crime of this villain was simply unforgivable!

"How dare you kill someone at the foot of the imperial city? Why don't you take him away quickly!" The bailiff didn't delay any longer and prepared to take the man away directly.