Dressed as a vicious stepmother, farming and raising cubs

The scene fell into a dead silence, with a look of sadness on everyone's face, including Shen Luochen, who also sighed with regret.

After a while, General Wen suddenly looked at Shen Luochen with a serious look on his face.

"You are by no means an ordinary hunter. Who are you?"

As soon as these words came out, Su Liu couldn't help but become nervous.

As early as when Shen Luochen stood up, she felt something was wrong. Sure enough, as smart as General Wen, he could also see the problem.

Shen Luochen was silent for a moment, then reached out and took off the mask from his face.

"You..." General Wen took a deep breath in surprise.

Except for Wen Shiche and Su Liu, everyone in the hall had a look of surprise on their faces. They didn't expect that under Shen Luochen's mask, there was a face that was intact and had extraordinary temperament.

"We haven't seen each other for ten years. I wonder if the general still remembers me." Shen Luochen said calmly, with a very calm expression.

Hearing this, General Wen looked at him steadily for a while, and finally showed a horrified expression.

"Are you... the youngest son of Marquis Ding'an?"

Shen Luochen nodded slightly and said:

"Back then, that man believed Zhao Yong's slander and executed everyone in my house. I was the only one lucky enough to survive."

Whispers gradually sounded around, and everyone was surprised when a prince of the Hou family suddenly appeared in the palace. After he was a guilty minister, everyone was surprised.

Wen Shiche walked quietly to Su Liu and asked in a low voice:

"You also know?"

Su Liu did not answer him, but nodded in acquiescence, his eyes always focused on Shen Luochen.

She didn't know why he suddenly revealed his identity, and she didn't know what General Wen would do.

However, Jiang was still very old. In just a few words, General Wen had guessed his purpose and asked coldly:

"Do you want to fight for revenge?"

Shen Luochen also nodded generously, not concealing his purpose at all.

"Your eyebrows really look like your father." General Wen looked at him with burning eyes and suddenly sighed, "Okay, in that case, let me help you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone else was shocked.

"Father, what do you mean..." Wen Shiche looked in disbelief.

"It is in vain that my Wen family has been loyal to his family for generations and worked so hard for the Li family. In the end, my son died tragically and had no way to redress his injustice!" General Wen's face was full of grief and resentment, and tears burst out of his eyes.

Wen Shiye seemed to be infected by his emotions and shouted:

"You only listen to your father! Avenge your elder brother!"

Wen Shiche and Mrs. Li did not raise any objection. In their hearts, they were completely disappointed with the emperor and determined not to work for him again.

Witnessing all this, Su Liu's mood was a little complicated. For the first time, he realized what fate meant.

I remember that when he was about to return to the General's Mansion, Shen Luochen had predicted that the two of them would be on opposite sides. But now, their goals have become the same.

A few days later, Wen Shizhao's coffin was returned to Fengcheng.

At the funeral, Su Liu saw him for the last time.

It stands to reason that since it is summer, the corpse should be decomposing very quickly.

But perhaps due to some special treatment, Wen Shizhao was still lying there intact, wearing the shirt he loved most during his lifetime, looking as if he was asleep.

After taking a closer look, he saw the extremely pale face and the purple-red corpse spots on his neck.

These days had been too unreal, and it was only at this moment that she realized with absolute certainty that she would never see this person again.

The servants threw the white paper money into the sky one by one, and it fell in the sky like snow. The flag with "Dian" written on it fluttered in the wind, and with the sad music, it made people feel sad.

A large number of people came to pay their respects. Most of them were Wen Shizhao's soldiers. They were usually rough men, but now they were all crying.

Wen Shiche wrote a memorial speech, but perhaps because of excessive grief, the handwriting was a bit sloppy and crooked.

He threw the sacrificial words into the fire and choked with sobs and said:

"Brother, when you get there, don't forget to entrust your dreams to your brothers."

Perhaps because he was touched by the atmosphere, Su Liu also felt his nose was sore and his eyes were filled with tears.

Shen Luochen quietly held her hand, as if he wanted to comfort her.

Su Liu leaned on his shoulder, and then let tears flow freely on his face.

The moment the coffin lid closed heavily, everyone knew in their hearts that the fate of this life had come to an end.

General Wen chose a good place near mountains and rivers in the suburbs, and buried Wen Shizhao in a glorious manner.

In the following days, the general's residence was always affected by a sad atmosphere. Wen Shizhao's death was a huge blow to them.

Since Shen Luochen admitted his identity, he no longer hides it and occasionally goes to discuss matters with General Wen.

Even his secret guards were allowed to enter and exit the general's mansion.

But this secret was well kept, and no one else knew about it except the people in the general's mansion.

On this day, Nineteen walked in from the outside with a hurried look, saluted the two of them directly, and said:

"There is new news from King Yiyang. He has collected evidence of Zhao Yong's crime!"

Hearing this, Shen Luochen was shocked.

"Where is he now?"

"Waiting at the old house." Nineteen whispered.

Shen Luochen stood up, packed up and was about to go out. Su Liu grabbed his sleeve.

"I will go with you."

Shen Luochen turned around, glanced at her, suddenly smiled, took her hand, and walked out together. In the old house, they met King Yiyang again.

"Nephew! This time I can finally clear your parents' grievances!" King Yiyang was particularly excited, with joy in his eyes and brows.

Su Liu always felt that his expression was very exaggerated, as if he was deliberately concealing his true emotions.

Shen Luochen picked up some manuscripts on the table and looked at them carefully, with a smile on his lips.

"Yes, that's it."

What was written on it was how Zhao Yong framed the Ding'an Hou Mansion. It also listed a lot of important evidence, which was enough to reverse the case of the Ding'an Hou Mansion.

"I have made this matter clear to your Majesty. Now that Zhao Yong has been sent to prison, he will be executed soon!"

King Yiyang said with joy, as if he wanted to take credit.

Hearing this, Shen Luochen frowned.

"Excuse me, uncle, did you tell me that I am still alive?"

King Yiyang nodded matter-of-factly and said with a smile:

"Of course, your parents' charges have been cleared, and you, nephew, can resume your status as the heir apparent of the Marquis Mansion!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Luochen's face darkened. It was obvious that this matter was not in his plan.

"Of course, your parents' charges have been cleared, and you, nephew, can resume your status as the heir apparent of the Marquis Mansion!"

"However." King Yiyang suddenly changed the subject, "The Holy One said that he wants to see you in person."

But perhaps due to some special treatment, Wen Shizhao was still lying there intact, wearing the shirt he loved most during his lifetime, looking as if he was asleep.

After taking a closer look, he saw the extremely pale face and the purple-red corpse spots on his neck.

These days had been too unreal, and it was only at this moment that she realized with absolute certainty that she would never see this person again.

The servants threw the white paper money into the sky one by one, and it fell in the sky like snow. The flag with "Dian" written on it fluttered in the wind, and with the sad music, it made people feel sad.

A large number of people came to pay their respects. Most of them were Wen Shizhao's soldiers. They were usually rough men, but now they were all crying.

Wen Shiche wrote a memorial speech, but perhaps because of excessive grief, the handwriting was a bit sloppy and crooked.

He threw the sacrificial words into the fire and choked with sobs and said:

"Brother, when you get there, don't forget to entrust your dreams to your brothers."

Perhaps because he was touched by the atmosphere, Su Liu also felt his nose was sore and his eyes were filled with tears.

Shen Luochen quietly held her hand, as if he wanted to comfort her.

Su Liu leaned on his shoulder, and then let tears flow freely on his face.

The moment the coffin lid closed heavily, everyone knew in their hearts that the fate of this life had come to an end.

General Wen chose a good place near mountains and rivers in the suburbs, and buried Wen Shizhao in a glorious manner.

In the following days, the general's residence was always affected by a sad atmosphere. Wen Shizhao's death was a huge blow to them.

Since Shen Luochen admitted his identity, he no longer hides it and occasionally goes to discuss matters with General Wen.

Even his secret guards were allowed to enter and exit the general's mansion.

But this secret was well kept, and no one else knew about it except the people in the general's mansion.

On this day, Nineteen walked in from the outside with a hurried look, saluted the two of them directly, and said:

"There is new news from King Yiyang. He has collected evidence of Zhao Yong's crime!"

Hearing this, Shen Luochen was shocked.

"Where is he now?"

"Waiting at the old house." Nineteen whispered.

Shen Luochen stood up, packed up and was about to go out. Su Liu grabbed his sleeve.

"I will go with you."

Shen Luochen turned around, glanced at her, suddenly smiled, took her hand, and walked out together.

In the old house, they met King Yiyang again.

"Nephew! This time I can finally clear your parents' grievances!" King Yiyang was particularly excited, with joy in his eyes and brows.

Su Liu always felt that his expression was very exaggerated, as if he was deliberately concealing his true emotions.

Shen Luochen picked up some manuscripts on the table and looked at them carefully, with a smile on his lips.

"Yes, that's it."

What was written on it was how Zhao Yong framed the Ding'an Hou Mansion. It also listed a lot of important evidence, which was enough to reverse the case of the Ding'an Hou Mansion.

"I have made this matter clear to your Majesty. Now that Zhao Yong has been sent to prison, he will be executed soon!"

King Yiyang said with joy, as if he wanted to take credit.

Hearing this, Shen Luochen frowned.

"Excuse me, uncle, did you tell me that I am still alive?"

King Yiyang nodded matter-of-factly and said with a smile:

"Of course, your parents' charges have been cleared, and you, nephew, can resume your status as the heir apparent of the Marquis Mansion!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Luochen's face darkened. It was obvious that this matter was not in his plan.

"However." King Yiyang suddenly changed the subject, "The Holy One said that he wants to see you in person."