Qing Ge stared at Mr. Chu suspiciously, he was really a cunning and cunning old man.
There is no one else in this room, just a painting, a tea table, and a screen. Other than that, there is an old man and a young man.
Qingge touched her chin, filled with displeasure.
Her high-end disguise is carefully designed.
She is full of confidence in this.
However, it doesn't matter if he is recognized by his relatives again and again, what is going on with Mr. Chu?
If her prediction was correct, this was the first time the two of them had met, right? The young man gave up on himself and simply sat on the carved sandalwood chair, holding a cup of tea, lazily leaning on the chair, half-narrowing his eyes.
With dark eyes, the hand holding the fan casually rested on the chair, looking at Mr. Chu with a smile, "You are the Empress of the Night,
Mr. Chu, what do you want to do?"
Mr. Chu: "..."
The old man was picking up a cup of hot tea. When he heard this, his wrinkled hands trembled suddenly.
This girl is really...
The old man then finished the tea and looked at the young man with a smile.
Outside the door, the voices of Grandmaster Luo and others rang out.
"Empress Ye, please do me a favor." Mr. Chu put down the teacup, sat in the wheelchair, clasped his hands in fists, and lowered his head slightly.
Qingge frowned, "Master, please tell me——"
"Please help me to destroy Chu City."
He lowered his eyes, feeling a sense of vicissitudes and powerlessness all over his body.
Qingge's eyelids twitched suddenly, and even her heart trembled slightly.
Chu Cheng is his little grandson...
Even though he was deeply disappointed, he could still feel the old man's feelings for Chu Cheng.
When blood dissolves in water, does it mean that it is cut off? The old man took a deep breath, poured a cup of tea for the young man in an orderly manner, placed it in front of Qing Ge, and then said slowly: "The empress does not know something. In order to protect Chu City these years,
We all ignored Changge, but unexpectedly, we still came to this point
step."
"It's my fault too. If I had been crueler, my two sons wouldn't have died in his hands. But even so, I couldn't kill him painfully."
"That's my grandson. I watched him grow up."
"You don't know, when he was a child, he was white and tender. Unlike Chang Ge, who was naughty, he was well-behaved and sensible, which made people feel heartbroken."
"But he can't see that we are good to him. He only cares about what Changge gets."
"Over time, the Xuanhan clan has become what it is today. Even if I come out of the mountain, I will still be evenly matched with Chucheng. If things go on like this, Chucheng will eventually be the dominant family." After saying this, the old man turned his head and wiped it with the back of his hand.
Wiping away tears, he said in a trembling voice: "The two brothers have broken up and are fighting to the death. I don't want Chang Ge to be blamed for killing his brother. No matter why he did it,
After all, it’s Chang Ge’s fault that the news got out.”
"Empress, you and Chang Ge are close friends in the Flame Heaven. I have been waiting for you to come to the Flame Heaven. Only if you come, Chang Ge will come."
The old man struggled to fall out of the wheelchair. He forced himself to kneel in front of the young man and whispered: "This matter is indeed troublesome for Empress Ye, but I have no other choice. I don't have much time left. What can I do?"
I don’t have much to do for Changge.”
"Are you reluctant to kill Chu Cheng?"
Qingge helped the old man back to the wheelchair and asked.
The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head: "How can you give up?"
Qingge pursed her lips slightly and was silent for a long time.
She picked up half a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp.
A hand as delicate and white as the vast snow gently pressed the white jade tea cup on the table.
A smile appeared on Qingjun's face, but he saw the young man raised his chin slightly and spoke wildly: "Okay, I'll kill him."