In the solemn Prince's Palace, Quan Youchen sat in a wheelchair, listening to Yueze's report expressionlessly:
"Your Majesty, the old man's subordinates are showing signs of resurgence. I have ordered the army to strengthen precautions and move him to another place to hide."
Quan Dongying!
Quan Youchen recalled this name fiercely in his mind. The three words Quan Dongying were all his nightmares. His childhood was extremely gloomy because of him, and his mother suffered a lot because of him. In this life, he will never be the same.
I will forget those hatreds!
"Kill everyone to death!" He said calmly, but those who heard his words couldn't help but tremble all over. His voice was as cold as ice.
"Yes. Your Majesty, I suggest you not to expose the lady. If you let them know that she is your weakness, they will definitely attack her." Yue Ze said with worry.
"Yes. Pass the order and send more people to protect her secretly. If she suffers any further losses, I will let many, many people be buried with her!"
In the claustrophobic secret room, Quan Youchen looked at the person inside through a small hole. The middle-aged man who was arrogant, cruel, and abused his mother with drugs sat blankly on the chair, like an old dog.
He curled up into a ball, his eyes were cloudy, and his hands were shaking all the time. He had long lost his former glory, and looked like a person who might go to hell at any time.
As if he felt someone coming, he raised his eyes with difficulty and glanced at the pores. Quan Youchen's hands were holding the wheelchair tightly, and there was an overwhelming feeling in his body.
There seems to be a devil in Quan Youchen's heart. This devil will wake up when he encounters Quan Dongying, inspiring all the evil, all hatred, and all cruelty in his body.
"Even if you are my father, I will never forgive you, never. I will take back the pain you have inflicted on me and my mother ten times and a hundred times!!"
He was telling Quan Dongying, and at the same time he was telling himself that he wanted to remember those things.
In the past, he relied on his hatred for Quan Dongying to survive.
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"Ah..." Quan Youchen tried to stand up from the wheelchair, but fell to the ground and let out a muffled groan.
"What's wrong with you? Does it hurt?" Su Yumo, who walked in from outside the palace, saw Quan Youchen falling to the ground. He quickly threw the kapok he had just picked on the ground, ran over, and tried his best to help her up.
stand up.
"It's okay, I just want to try to see if I can stand up on my own strength, but it seems I still can't." Quan Youchen patted his leg and said relaxedly.
After hearing this, Su Yumo paused his hands, and suddenly realized that although he said it didn't matter if he was disabled, in fact, he still hoped to stand up.
She wants to help him stand up!
He was crippled because of her, and she must tie him up and stand up again.
She suddenly thought of Chinese medicine. Chinese medicine is profound and profound, and Chinese medicine might be able to cure diseases that cannot be cured by Western medicine. She silently had an idea in her heart.
"Where have you been? There's a lot of sweat on your forehead, be careful of catching a cold." He didn't notice her inner thoughts and used his sleeve to wipe away the thin beads of sweat on her forehead.
"I went to pick kapok. I thought it was too cold where you live. It would be better to have this fiery red kapok, so I went to the back garden with Youhe to pick some." Su and Mo picked the kapok on the ground.
Picked it up, "I picked this vase, it's just right for arranging flowers."
She placed the vase in his bedroom, and sure enough, the whole room immediately gained a glimmer of life and was no longer so cold and dark.