shock!I'm dressed as the person the king wants to kill the most

Chapter 12 Death
It is Qin Yufeng.

He wore a crescent white robe and sat in a sandalwood wheelchair.

Ye Qingling didn't expect Qin Yufeng to appear here.

The eyes of the two collided, and she seemed to see a trace of anger in his sight.

"Is this how the Ye family treats my princess?"

Qin Yufeng opened his thin lips lightly, and his indifferent tone caused the temperature in the room to drop suddenly, freezing the heartbeats of everyone in the room instantly.

As soon as the words finished, Wei Qing rushed forward behind him, and saw him swaying twice. Before everyone could see his movements clearly, they heard two shrill screams!

The two maids wailed and rolled on the ground, and the two arms that had touched Ye Qingling were limp at this moment, and they were actually broken!

Seeing the situation, Yang's complexion turned pale, and she hurriedly knelt down, "My lord, calm down, things, things are not what you see..."

Qin Yufeng's tone was neither light nor serious, "Oh?"

Yang's eyes turned sharply, and finally landed on Ye Qingling. She raised her voice sharply, "It's the concubine who suddenly went crazy, and she wants to strangle the master to death! My lord, I can't help it!"

Ye Yuhuan also quickly echoed, "Yes! She went crazy as soon as she came back, look at my face, she beat me! Your lord, you must punish her properly!"

Ye Qingling laughed angrily. She knew Yang and Ye Yuhuan were shameless, but their ability to turn black and white opened her eyes.

She said coldly, "You say I'm going to kill my father? What's the reason? What's the evidence?"

Mrs. Yang was directly stopped by the question, and held back for a long time before she could say, "Because, because the master doesn't want to give you the Baicaotang, you will go crazy, the evidence, we are all the evidence, and we have seen it with our own eyes! If it weren't for us, you would have gone crazy." I'm going to strangle the master to death!"

"Yes!" Ye Yuhuan nodded.

It's ridiculous!

Ye Qingling was about to refute, but Qin Yufeng spoke up first.

"Wei Qing, go and have a look."

Wei Qing understood immediately, strode towards Father Ye's bed, probed to check, and then reported: "My lord, there is no sign of being pinched."

Yang's complexion changed drastically, and her heart was full of hatred. She didn't expect Qin Yufeng to defend Ye Qingling so much!

Just as she was racking her brains to think about how to argue, a faint call suddenly came from inside.

"Linger..."

Ye Qingling trembled, and immediately turned around and came to the bedside.

Seeing Father Ye's old and tired face, Ye Qingling's heart was sore, and she didn't care about Yang Shi and Ye Yuhuan, and stepped forward to hold the big thin hand.

"father……"

She called out this obscure name, but she wasn't used to it, and the memory resurfaced in her mind, making her heart throbbing.

Father Ye raised his cloudy eyes and looked at Ye Qingling in front of him. The first thing he said was: "Ling'er, I'm sorry..."

Ye Qingling shook her head sadly: "No, Daddy, don't say that..."

She saw that the wrinkles on Father Ye's face were as old as the bark of a tree. The long illness had consumed a lot of his body, and Father Ye's current state was already on the verge of exhaustion...

Every word he said was extremely difficult.

Ye Qingling could only get closer, and even closer, to barely hear it.

"It's because the father is incompetent and failed to prevent you from being married off."

Her eyes were sore.

"This is the biggest regret and... regret in my father's life."

Ye Qingling's eyes were blurred, and tears had already flowed down like rain.

At the same time, she felt the strength from her wrist... as if she had gained some strength.

Immediately afterwards, the old hand trembled violently. Father Ye looked at Ye Qingling with tears streaming down his face, and every word he spoke was filled with a lifetime of sadness.

"My Ling'er is suffering..."

After saying this, he tried his best to take out a bead and stuffed it into Ye Qingling's palm.

"Ling'er, you have to walk the rest of the way by yourself..."

Father Ye's dry lips trembled slightly, and the word "Ling'er" could be vaguely seen from the shape of his mouth.

The hand holding her gradually lost strength and fell on the sick bed.

Ye Qingling kept shaking her head. She went to find her father's hand in a panic, and shook it back vigorously, but she didn't receive the slightest response.

The light in Dad's eyes disappeared.

"father!"

(End of this chapter)