"Feng'er, don't listen to her nonsense. In the Chu Mansion, there will only be you, the young master, and no one else. Why are you all still standing? Why don't you hurry up and get rid of the child in her belly?"

Knock it off?"

When Chu Xiong saw Jiuquan begging for mercy from the young man, his heart tightened, fearing that the young man might have the idea of ​​leaving home again, so he anxiously shouted at Chu Ming with a furious expression.

"Father, don't worry. Feng'er has been confused about something for a long time and wants to ask Jiu Yiniang for advice. I wonder if Jiu Yiniang can give Feng'er a real answer. If the answer is indeed not what Feng'er thinks in her heart, Feng'er will

He asked his father for the lives of Jiu Yiniang and the baby in his belly. If Jiu Yiniang's answer disappoints Feng'er, Jiu Yiniang, guess what?

The beautifully embroidered sleeves brushed against the Ninth Madam's cheeks, stained by the thick makeup and rouge on the Ninth Madam's face, which should have turned into a gaudy pastel color.

But I don’t know if the young man deliberately looked away from the angle that would not catch the eyes of others. The thick powder on the young man’s sleeves actually turned into pink or pure red flowers, dotting the sleeves.

The lifelike embroidery beauty, the two shapes mirror each other, and it seems real.[

Where the sleeve fell, a dagger appeared in the young man's palm.

The young man played with the dagger in his palm, a very quiet smile appeared on his lips, and there was a thin cool feeling like rain and mist, and the words he spoke were cold and unpredictable.

"Feng'er, what are you doing?

The indifference in the young man's eyes shocked Chu Xiong.

Looking at the dagger in the young man's hand, Chu Xiong's clenched heart could no longer be described as surprise.

"Haha, father, please take a look at this blood handkerchief first. Can father still recognize the words on it?"

The young man stood up and stood within reach of Madam Ninth. He took out a blood-stained piece of cloth from his arms and handed it to Chu Xiong without saying anything more.

"This is

Chu Xiong took the blood cloth and opened it, his eyes suddenly darkened.

"Ha! Does father still recognize mother's name? Three years ago, Feng'er insisted on leaving home, and father doesn't want to know the reason?"

The expression on Chu Xiong's face made the young man truly believe that his father really loved his mother.

Otherwise, how could a man who has been involved in the world for so many years and is accustomed to grievances and grudges show a look of shock that should not appear?

"Husband, seeing a word is like seeing a wife. The husband will never leave, and the wife will stay together. When you go back in this life, you will come innocent, you will leave innocent, you will be innocent all your life, and you will be worthy of this life? Feng'er, what's going on?"

Trembling as he murmured the contents on the blood cloth, Chu Xiong looked at the lines of small dark red characters. The word "innocent" repeated three times made Chu Xiong feel anxious and panicked.

"What's going on? I'm afraid I have to ask Jiu Yiniang. Three years ago, Jiu Yiniang asked someone to tell her mother that she wanted to ask her for some drawings for learning embroidery. But when her mother arrived, Jiu Yiniang was not in the room.

A maidservant was sent to serve tea in the room. My mother was always kind-hearted and could not be careful.

Youcha drank the tea brought by the maid and soon lost consciousness. When he woke up, his mother was found naked and sleeping with a man by Jiu Yiniang. Let me ask Jiu Yiniang,

Do you dare to say again what you said to your mother after she woke up?"
Chapter completed!