Chapter 1609
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When she knew that the Empress would send someone to take care of her son, she was relieved and felt that her death was worth it.
Jiang Heng said with grief and indignation, "Mother, I won't. I want to take revenge on Chu Xuanchen. He and his wife caused you to be like this. I want to kill them! "When Madam Wei heard this, she quickly said," Heng 'er, you can't take revenge on them. Now that things have come to this, I have realized that I was too greedy and harmed them first. That's why I ended up like this. If you take revenge and something happens to you, how can I face your father in the underworld? Heng 'er, listen to your aunt in the future and live a quiet life. Turn over a new leaf and become a new person. Don't take revenge for me! "
Madam Wei knew that Jiang Heng couldn't defeat Chu Xuanchen, so she didn't allow him to take revenge. After all, she was the one who started all these things and caused it herself.
Chu Xuanchen was so powerful that her son was no match for him. Wasn't this suicide? She was going to die anyway. She only hoped that her son could live peacefully in this world and not follow in her footsteps.
However, Jiang Heng was full of hatred and was full of vigor. He wouldn't listen to his mother's advice. He said, "Mother, don't worry about my revenge. I know what to do. But if you leave like this, what will happen to me in the future? I don't have servants or beautiful concubines, I don't have a beautiful carriage, and I don't have a big house to live in. Mother, don't die, don't die, okay? "
When Madam Wei heard this, she looked at him with disappointment. It seemed that she had spoiled her son too much. Now that she was about to die, her son actually cared more about whether she could give him a luxurious life, instead of caring that she was about to die. What an ingrate!
A loving mother leads to a useless son. The Saint was right. It was she who had spoiled her son to this extent.
At this time, the officers saw Jiang Heng talking to Madam Wei. They quickly walked over and stopped Jiang Heng. "Go away, don't disturb the execution. Get lost." "Let go of me, that's my mother. I want to talk to my mother." Jiang Heng struggled.
"Stop talking nonsense. Don't go near the prisoner. Get lost!" The officers said and pushed Jiang Heng to the ground. Meanwhile, Madam Wei's prisoner carriage had already gradually disappeared into the distance. Jiang Heng hurriedly got up and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Mother, don't go. Mother, you're about to die anyway. Quickly tell me, do you have any secret stash of money? Tell me, I'll go get it! "
Hearing this, Madam Wei felt sad and pained. She closed her eyes in disappointment, her face numb, and her throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton. She couldn't say a word. Jiang Heng's voice came from behind her. "Mother, even a cunning rabbit has three burrows. You used to have so much money. I know you bought a lot of houses. You must have a secret stash of money. Tell me where it is and let me find it, okay? "
Madam Wei closed her eyes harshly. She would never tell him. She had really raised this son for nothing. Even at this time, he only recognized money and did not recognize her as his mother.
She was bitterly disappointed. At the same time, she blamed herself for spoiling her son too much. More importantly, she couldn't give Jiang Heng any more money. If he had money, it would be bad if he used it to hire assassins to assassinate Chu Xuanchen. If that happened, he would definitely lose his life!
Soon, the officers had already brought the prisoner carriage to the execution ground. They brought all the prisoners down and brought them up to the high platform. They made all the prisoners kneel down. When they saw the Madam Wei being brought to the guillotine, the crowd became even more agitated. They threw rotten vegetables at them and cursed.
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