The maid couldn't figure it out. If the girl and Uncle Qing hated Uncle Zhen before, it was because there was still a fight for the throne. But now that the master is no longer a prince, what else is there to fight for? The maid has always said what Lu Yanran said since she was a child, but now that she thinks about what she can't figure out, she is a bit unable to turn around.

Lu Yanran glanced at the maid coldly, chuckled, and touched her jade hands that had just been stained with cocoa juice in a happy mood. Regardless of whether it was necessary to target Lu Mozhen now, it was no longer the purpose. She just hated him and wished he would die.

He was young and the heir apparent, so even though they were favored by their father, they had to avoid him. Obviously he will be a poor guy who can't find her in the future, and he will die early sooner or later, so why should he still occupy that noble status. If it had been given to Adi early, would the palace still be like this?

Lu Mozhen is a typical Sangmen star, with a thorn in his eye, and Lu Yanran's flesh and blood will not feel comfortable unless it is removed. She sneered, waiting to hang a white silk ribbon and a white lantern on this brother tonight! However, when she walked out of her yard leisurely, someone came over to tell her: "The girl is bad, that one, that one is back!"

For a moment, it was like a thunder strike, causing Lu Yanran to panic slightly and said in disbelief: "No way, Yun Lang swore a poisonous oath to me!"

Yes, I swore a poisonous oath, but what's the point of swearing a poisonous oath? Is it possible that he can't see Lu Mozhen die early in his rebirth? Lu Yanran gritted her teeth and thought. Then, someone else rushed over. Lu Yanran took a closer look and saw that it was the bastard boy next to Lu Mozhen.

Bai Sui just came out of the interrogation room. Those rangers were too vulnerable. They just cut a few holes in their chests, sprinkled them with salt water, and then they couldn't bear it. They wanted to torture them all. , but what he asked was related to his master's safety, so he had to hurry back to life with his master. After receiving the order to bring Lu Yanran to the hall, Bai Sui rushed over and happened to meet Lu Yanran who was about to leave the courtyard.

"Please, eldest lady, please come with me. The master is in the hall." Baisui said.

Lu Yanran's heart beat faster when she met the murderous gaze, but her hatred for Lu Mozhen suppressed her fear, and she said harshly: "What's the matter with the Sangmen again, you actually want me to go there."

It was as if Bai Sui had never heard of it, and when Lu Yanran took the first step angrily, the eyes falling behind her looked at her as if she were a dead thing.

The little maid who walked at the end shivered immediately, feeling cold all over her body and her face turned pale.

Lu Mansion is brightly lit, but it doesn't make people feel warm. The servants in the entire mansion did not dare to make a sound, but several masters gathered in the hall.

A scream of agony pierced the silence, and the night bird flew away in terror.

Xu fell on Lu Yanran and touched her body nervously and angrily. Lu Yanran's face was covered in sweat and her face was as white as a dead person. This was all because of the pain. Lu Heqing's heartbeat quickened, as if it was about to burst out of his chest, and he panted erratically while glaring at the gloomy young man sitting on the seat.

That gaze was emotionless, like a sword on his neck, cold and piercing, making people tremble. Lu Heqing discovered that he seemed to have misjudged this younger brother all along.

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"You, how could you...how could you ask someone to break her legs?" In the end, his eyes did not dare to look at her for a long time, and instead fell on the two people on the ground. His sister, Lu Yanran, was gasping for breath in pain, like a fish that was about to dry up and suffocate on the shore. Her temples were wet with sweat, and the veins on the back of her hands were bulging, all because Lu Mozhen's little boy had her legs broken with her hands.

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