Chen Liren became more and more panicked. She opened her misty eyes wide and screamed angrily, "You have wronged me!"
"It's not me, it's not me!!"
"I don't know what's going on, let go, let me go!"
However, no one paid any attention to her yelling. Several guards tied her up directly and dragged her out the door without mercy.
Chen Liren's naked body was bruised in the biting ice, and she shouted more and more fiercely, "You want to wrong me? It's not me, it's not me. It's An Yangjian himself...
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Before he could say anything to accuse An Yangjian, someone blocked his mouth with a piece of ice.
The entrance to the ice cube was so cold that it made Chen Liren shiver all over, and her mouth was filled with the smell of blood.
"How dare you attempt to kill Mr. An! Hang this damn woman up!"
"Have the doctor come over and take a look at Mr. An's condition."
"How is Mr. An?"
"Pretty bad."
The noisy voice finally faded away as quickly as possible in Chen Liren's mind.
When she woke up, she found that she was hanging from an icicle and was being swayed by the biting cold wind.
At this time, the sky was already slightly bright, and a fish-belly white color appeared in the east.
The ice cube blocking his mouth has long since melted, but his mouth has been completely frozen, and even his tongue is somewhat inoperable.
She shouted out a few syllables indistinctly, but even she couldn't understand the strange sound.
Chen Li was extremely panicked.
She still can't figure out what happened.
Why was he hung here and accused of murdering An Yangjian's life?
It would have been better if that old ghost An Yangjian hadn't died.
If he really died, wouldn't he be implicated in the crime?
This is really a sudden disaster.
Chen Liren was thinking hard about how to get out of trouble, and a graceful figure appeared in her eyes.
It’s Artemisia annua!
She opened her mouth and shouted loudly: Qinghao, Qinghao.
Unfortunately, his tongue and mouth were frozen, and his voice was blurry and difficult to distinguish.
Seeing that Artemisia annua was about to pass under her feet, Chen Liren couldn't help but twist her body anxiously.
Qinghao suddenly turned his head, his eyes full of contempt, and gave her a cold look.
"My dearest lady, I wish you all the best." She bowed slowly to her, her posture and etiquette were quite standard and formulaic.
It seems that the two of them still have a master-servant relationship.
She, Chen Liren, is still the high-ranking eldest daughter of the Dugu family, and she, Qinghao, is still the humble slave who surrenders at the feet of Chen Liren.
But Chen Liren knew that everything no longer existed.
Qinghao didn't say a word to her for a long, long time.
Chen Liren hung there shaking her body.
Qinghao looked up at her with eyes full of disgust and disdain, "What? Now the eldest lady wants to condescend to ask for help from this slave?"
"What a pity. There are so many eyes on Xuanjian Peak staring at this slave."
"How dare I risk my life to rescue the eldest lady?"
"What's more, Miss, do you think you are worthy?"
Chen Liren was so angry that her chest couldn't help but rise and fall.
"Mr. An just passed away."
After hearing the news brought by Qinghao, Chen Liren froze, and then her heart was filled with panic. She tried hard to shake her body and try to struggle away from the icicle.
It's a pity that she can't exert any strength on her head and feet.
No matter how hard he tried for a long time, he still couldn't move an inch.
Qinghao looked at her with a smile, "Miss, you never imagined that you would have such a miserable and miserable day, right?"