In the past, Yu Wenhao always thought that Fourth Master wanted Snow Wolf out of playmate mentality, but now he realized that he wanted Snow Wolf because he was looking for a sense of security.
From the time he came to Beijing to now, he has always been the object of trust of many people, always thinking that he is invincible, forgetting that he is just an ordinary person with emotions and desires.
Yu Wenhao sighed and owed so much to his fourth master. For a moment, his chest felt so uncomfortable that he could not speak.
The princess twirled the teacup with a fierce look in her eyes, "I have sent lightning guards to Fengdu City to keep an eye on Yan Zhiyu. Now Fengdu City is preparing for his birthday. In addition to his birthday next month, it is also them.
The thirty-sixth anniversary of your marriage will be no less joyful and lively than your wedding. After all the truth is clear, Leng Si will definitely go to Fengdu City. The Lightning Guard and the Black Shadow Guard will assist him, as well as Leng Lang.
Door, this revenge can definitely be avenged."
Yuan Qingling and Yu Wenhao looked at each other, feeling both hatred and pain in their hearts. Birthday, thirty-sixth anniversary? That was right after Leng Fengqing's death, they held the wedding immediately.
This is the real killing and killing!
It was still the same wing room. Yu Wenhao was sitting outside, guarding the people in the wing room, and Xue Lang was lying beside him, lazily basking in the sun.
The princess was sitting in the yard, with a snow wolf lying beside her. She put her hand on the snow wolf's head and stroked it quietly. She looked at the roses climbing on the wall of the yard, and the sun shone into her cold eyes.
In the room, agarwood chips were lit just like yesterday, and the very faint fragrance lingered in the nose. Yuan Qingling sat on the chair, closed her eyes, and let go of the thoughts in her mind.
Slowly let the touch of your thoughts unfold.
Fengdu City thirty-six years ago.
The body of Leng Fengyu, the second young lady of the Tianshu family, was hung on the gate of Fengdu City. The fifteen-year-old girl was as beautiful as a flower and had just grown hair this year. She told the story of the second son of the Yan family in the city, who would get married the year after next.
She was killed by someone slitting her throat with a knife. Her white clothes were stained with bright red blood, as if red ink had been splashed on her clothes, making it look as if half of her clothes were embroidered with a burning sunset.
She also wore a white jade ringing hairpin on her head that her sister Leng Fengqing gave her. When the wind blew, the hairpin made a clear sound, and her big eyes seemed to still contain the anger and fear before her death.
Just like that, he was hung by the rope around his neck on the tower. One of his embroidered shoes fell off, like a broken puppet.
Late at night, bonfires were lit on the city towers, illuminating the area around the city gate as bright as day. There was a late-night curfew, and no people were walking on the streets. The gloomy silent night was as scary as hell.
Yan Zhiyu personally brought Leng Fengqing to the tower, pinched her chin hard, and said with cold eyes: "This is the price of your slap. I said, you are not allowed to touch her at all, and you are not allowed to speak with her."
By hurting her, you are turning a deaf ear to my words."
Leng Fengqing looked at the body of her second sister, her heart and soul were shattered, her whole body was cold and trembling. If she had any extravagant hope before that he would not be so cruel, now, she had no illusions or possibility of retreat.
Her heartache spread, and her stomach began to twitch tightly. The pain made her bend down and hold her stomach, and she cried to the end, but not a single tear came out.
The speed of falling from the sky to the ground was so fast that there was no room for her to breathe. She wished she could kill Yan Zhiyu with a thousand knives, but she could not ignore the fate of hundreds of members of the family.
In my ears, the vicious voice of the devil came, "I will start changing Rushuang's fate tomorrow. If you are one day late, I will kill one person. Two days late, I will kill two people. Three days late, I will kill six people. You can delay."
Leng Fengqing used all her strength and slapped Yan Zhiyu on the face. She couldn't even utter a single curse word. She just stared at him with eyes as angry as fire and gasped for air.