In the past, Yuwenhao always believed that the Fourth Master wanted the Snow Wolf because of the playmate's psychology, but now he realized that he wanted the Snow Wolf to seek a sense of security.

Since he entered Beijing, he has always been the object of trust that many people rely on. He always thinks that he is invincible and forgets that he is just an ordinary person with joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and seven emotions and six desires.

Yu Wenhao sighed that he owed the Fourth Master too much, and he was in a state of discomfort and could not speak.

The princess turned the teacup, with a very fierce look in her eyes, "I have sent the Lightning Guard to Fengdu City and stared at Yan Zhiyu. Fengdu City is now preparing for his birthday. Next month, in addition to his birthday, it is also the memory of their 36th anniversary. The joy and liveliness are no less than when you are married. After the truth of the matter is clear, Leng Si will definitely go to Fengdu City. The Lightning Guard and the Black Shadow Guard will assist him, and Lenglang Gate. This revenge will definitely be avenged."

Yuan Qingling and Yu Wenhao looked at each other, feeling both hatred and painful in their hearts. The birthday, the 36th anniversary? That is, Leng Fengqing had just died, and they immediately held a marriage.

This is the real killing of people!

It was still the same wing room. Yu Wenhao was sitting outside, guarding the person in the wing room, and Xuelang was also lying beside him, basking in the sun lazily.

The princess sat in the yard, with a snow wolf beside her. She put her hand on the snow wolf's head and stroked quietly, looking at the roses climbing on the yard wall, the sun shining into her cold eyes.

In the room, the agarwood shavings were lit like yesterday, with a very light fragrance lingering in the nose. Yuan Qingling sat on the chair, closed his eyes, emptyed the thoughts in his mind, and slowly let the touch of his thoughts unfold.

Fengdu City thirty-six years ago.

The body of Leng Fengyu, the second lady of the Tiansun Family, was hung on the gate of Fengdu City. She was fifteen years old and looked like a flower. She just came to the palace this year and talked about the second son of the Yan family in the city and got married the next year.

She was cut to death by someone's throat. Her white clothes were stained with red blood, like splashing red ink, making her clothes look like half of the sunset embroidered.

She also carried the white jade bell hairpin given to her by her sister Leng Fengqing. When the wind blew, the hairpin made a clear sound, and her big eyes seemed to have the anger and fear before death.

Just like that, my neck was hung with a rope ring and hung on the city tower. One of the embroidered shoes fell off, like a broken puppet.

Late at night, a bonfire was lit on the city tower, which made the city gate area as bright as daytime. There was a late night curfew. There was no people walking on the streets. The silence of the night was terrifying like hell.

Yan Zhiyu personally brought Leng Fengqing to the city tower, pinched her chin hard, and said with a cold look on his face, "This is the price of your slap. I said, you should not touch her at all, and you should not hurt her in words. You are treating my words as the wind in your ears."

Leng Fengqing looked at the second sister's body, her heart and soul were broken, her whole body was cold, and her whole body was trembling. If she had any hope that he would not be so cruel, now, she had no chance of illusion or retreating.

Her heartache spread and her stomach twitched tightly, causing her to bend down and hold her stomach, crying to the end, but she didn't even have a tear.

The speed of falling from the sky to the ground was too fast, so fast that she could not give her breath. She wanted to cut Yan Zhiyu into pieces, but she could not ignore the lives of hundreds of people from aristocratic families.

In my ears, the devil's venomous voice came, "Tomorrow begins to change my fate, if you are one day later, I will kill one person, two days later, two days later, three days later, six people, you will delay."

Leng Fengqing used all his strength and slapped Yan Zhiyu in the face. He couldn't even say a word of angry scolding. He only stared at him with his angry eyes like fire, gasping for breath.

Yan Zhiyu had no mercy and slapped her in the face, making her dizzy and staggered to the ground. His boots stepped on her palms that were supporting the ground, and his clothes were swept in front of her by the strong wind, familiar incense, strange cold poison, "Don't challenge my patience, the consequences are something you can't afford."

She seemed to only hear the sound of finger fractures, but she didn't feel all pain. The heartache overwhelmed everything, and the pain was almost numb.

From beginning to end, she failed to shed a tear, half lying on the ground, looking at her second sister hanging in despair, blaming herself, guilt, hatred, rage, and despair, constantly swelling and biting in her heart.

Yan Zhiyu rolled his robe and went down the city tower.

Several iron guards stood beside her and looked at her with a cold expression.

"Yan Zhiyu, I want your life!"

Below, the maid Fanghua roared angrily, then screamed. She had a cold war all over her body, and she suddenly got up and rushed to the wall of the city tower to look down. However, she saw Fanghua lying in a pool of blood. The spear of the iron guard passed through her heart. She held a sword in her hand, her eyes full of reluctance and anger. She stared at Yan Zhiyu who was walking slowly. He raised his blood-like eyes and said coldly, "Dog her into the hunting ground!"

The iron guard grabbed Fanghua's hair and dragged her on the bluestone street. Blood was spilling out of her mouth, looking at Leng Fengqing on the city wall in grief.

"Youth!" Leng Fengqing ran down like crazy, not caring about the pain in her abdomen, crawling and rolling, crying and crying, "Yan Zhiyu, you let her go, I promise you!"

Yan Zhiyu stood firm, curled his lips and turned his back to the person behind him. He slowly raised his hand and signaled the iron guard to let the maid go.

Leng Fengqing rushed over and knelt on the ground and hugged Fanghua. Fanghua spitted blood in her mouth, trying hard to hold up her head, tears fell from her eyes, and said with difficulty, "Master, I can't protect you... I'm sorry for you!"

Leng Fengqing held the Youhua and cried in tears. Her hands were covered in blood. Tears finally flowed wildly, "No, no, it's me who's sorry for you, it's me, it's me..."

Fanghua stopped breathing in her arms, her eyes wide open, unwilling to accept it, and angry!

Leng Fengqing hugged her and sat on the ground like this, letting the night wind blow wildly. Her heart went from being crazy and furious to being despair and cold today.

Later, she slowly let go of her youth, climbed to the city tower and untied her sister Leng Fengyu's body, hugged her in her arms, and let out a sad and roar like a wounded beast.

There was no one around her anymore. After spending half a night, Leng Fengyu and Fanghua's bodies were buried outside the city. She took off her outer clothes, wrapped them up, knelt on the ground, and cried bitterly.

In order to save the lives of all the Tiansun family, she set up a formation for Su Ru, borrowing the ancient dark power of the Tiansun family to change her fate against the will of heaven.

If you go against the will of heaven and change your destiny, you will be backfired by the dark power.

She lay in the formation in an extremely weak way, feeling her life was losing inch by inch, but she would not die so quickly. There will be a process of backlash, and it will take as soon as one month.

She finally had to kneel in front of Yan Zhiyu and beg him to let go of the Tiansou family.
Chapter completed!