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Chapter 116: Framed [10]

"Prince Zhan is ambitious and arrogant. With the reputation of being a genius, he cannot tolerate others being better than him."

After watching the black cavalry gradually walk away, Xue Che whispered in a low voice that he should try his best to vilify the image of Prince Zhanye in Master Xitian's mind, so that Master Xitian would completely join them.

What's more, the prince Zhan Ye is indeed arrogant, proud and cold, who can stand him?

Huang Beiyue listened silently. She knew very well what Xue Che thought, but she just didn't refute it.

She didn't say anything and soon expressed her acquiescence! Xue Che was completely happy.

Duke Anguo's Mansion

The sudden and tragic death of the eldest lady Xue Meng made the entire Anguo Palace feel gloomy and gloomy.

Who doesn't know that An Guogong's favorite is the eldest lady who is extremely talented in martial arts. Xue Meng knows how to please, and An Guogong simply regards her as the apple of his eye.

As soon as Xue Meng died, An Guo Gong became extremely sad and fell ill. An Guo Gong's wife was also very angry and bedridden, and the eldest young master went out to drink when he was depressed again.

The entire Duke Anguo's mansion is only managed by the housekeeper and a few adult young masters, and only the aunts are looking after the affairs of the inner palace.

Anguo Gong's Mansion is a plain white, all the bright colors have been put away, and at first glance, it looks gloomy and gloomy.

The mourning hall is located in the back hall, which does not affect the front yard.

As soon as the housekeeper saw Xue Che coming back, he immediately came up to greet him and said, "Young master, you are back!"

Xue Che waved his hand and said, "I have distinguished guests. I'll talk about it later."

After saying that, he led Huang Beiyue, who was wearing a strange black cloak, to the backyard. As he walked, he said to the housekeeper: "Where is father? Go and call father. He said Master Xitian is here."

The housekeeper glanced at Huang Beiyue. There was an indescribable strangeness in that black cloak, which made people feel chilled all over. He didn't dare to look any further and left immediately.

The study room of Duke Anguo's Mansion is filled with countless rare and rare treasures, so beautiful that people can't see them all.

The fact that so many treasures dare to be left so blatantly shows how confident An Guogong is in the defense of his palace.

Huang Beiyue was not interested in those treasures. He only glanced at them casually and stood in front of a painting for a while pretending to be calm.

Not long after, she heard a hearty laugh coming from outside the study. Huang Beiyue turned around with her hands behind her back, and saw An Guogong's plump body walking in, his body trembling with fat.

Her face was so full of smiles that her facial features were no longer visible, and her eyes were slits. She was curious whether he could still see her.

"Master Xi Tian's great presence will make the humble house look brighter!"

Huang Beiyue smiled faintly and said: "Anguo Duke's mansion has countless rare and rare treasures and is already magnificent. How can it be called a 'humble house'?"

She said these words easily and casually, adding a touch of intimacy, which made Mr. An Guo feel happy because he had just lost his beloved daughter.

Although he has lost his most beloved daughter, he has many children, so he is not that sad. Now if he can get help from this master, it is the most important thing!

"Father, Lord Xitian is also an alchemist." Xue Che said with a smile.

The bright smiles on the faces of the father and son made Huang Beiyue wonder if there was a mistake in the ring today? Is Xue Meng not the biological son of An Guogong? Why can't he see how sad he is?

"Oh?" An Guogong's eyes widened a little when they were squeezed together, and they were shining brightly.

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