Chapter 594 You Are Not the Bloodline of the Regent's Palace
Feng Jin's small body was trembling, but the resentment on his face was extremely inconsistent with his age.
Even Feng Ling couldn't help but sigh after looking at the redness in Feng Jin's eyes.
This child is completely ruined.
In comparison, he still prefers Shen Jinzhi's innocence.
Never do harm to others.
"Do you think it is because of Ji Wuhui that our Regent's Palace does not accept you?" Feng Ling sneered, "You are not a bloodline of the Regent's Palace, so naturally you cannot become Chen'er's son."
Feng Jin's body froze, like a bolt from the blue, making his expression reveal sadness.
That little body looks quite pitiful.
But no one present sympathized with their mother and son.
"Why? Why don't you accept me?"
He has already killed Ji Wugui, why is he still unwilling to accept him?
Ji Wuyue supported Ji Wuhui's body, her red eyes turned to Feng Jin, she bit her lip: "If my brother was killed by King Chen, I would not say a word, because he deserved it."
"But in this life, the one person he owes the most is you! Everything you have now is not caused by him, but by your mother! You have no right to do anything to him!"
Ji Wuyue's body trembled slightly, her shoulders shook, and she was filled with grief and anger.
Ji Wuhui's blood became more and more abundant, soaking his robe, and blood bubbles began to appear in his mouth.
He kept looking at Feng Jin, wanting to say something, but he couldn't.
"He asked for it. I just want to recognize my father. Who wants these people to say that I am his son? Is he worthy?"
Feng Jin snorted coldly.
There is no way for this kind of trash to be his father in his entire life!
Then, he walked towards Feng Lichen.
Seeing that he was about to walk in front of Feng Lichen, Feng Lichen raised his hand, and a gust of wind whipped up, slamming his body down.
He just happened to fall next to Ji Wugui.
Ji Wuhui closed his eyes and let his tears flow freely.
Whether it was tears or blood, his face had been blurred.
"Come here!" Feng Ling said angrily, "Take down Gu Xinrou and Feng Jin all for me!"
The guard stepped forward and took Gu Xinrou's arm.
Feng Jin was also held in their hands.
Compared to Gu Xinrou's trembling fear, Feng Jin struggled desperately.
"Let me go. I am my father's son. If you dare to touch me, I will kill you!"
Until now, he still can't understand the situation clearly.
In fact, Feng Ling somewhat understood his thoughts.
No matter what, Feng Jin is just a child, and this is how Gu Xinrou has educated him over the years.
He was ruined by Gu Xinrou.
"Gu Xinrou, all children are a blank slate from the moment they are born. You have discredited him. Feng Jin could have been a good child, but now you have completely ruined him."
Feng Ling looked at Gu Xinrou coldly and said coldly.
Gu Xinrou bit her lip, her whole body trembling.
She doesn't think she's at fault.
Feng Jin is her son, and it is her business to teach him how he wants.
Why are these people telling her what to do?
But she was no longer allowed to make any excuses, so someone dragged her down.
I don't know if it was intentional or not, but these people locked her and Wei Le together.
boom!
Gu Xinrou was pushed hard into the cold ground.
The dungeon is filled with instruments of torture.
The blood on the torture instruments is horrifying.
Gu Xinrou was trembling all over. Under the dim light, she vaguely saw a familiar face, looking at her resentfully.