Lovely Wife: Forced Marriage from Mr Ye

"Should we go and find out how Mrs. yunmiao died?"

Referring to her daughter's death, Mrs. Yun was obviously stunned, and her tears fell more fiercely. "A Miao... Didn't she die of illness?"

In the eyes of housekeeper Bo, there was ridicule and disgust. In a moment, she didn't even bother to maintain the appearance of propriety. "No, she was killed!" With that, he told the servants, "ask old lady Yun out!"

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Far away from the center of the capital, on the outskirts of the city, there is a magnificent private mansion. Its pure white background, exquisite architecture and deep and introverted momentum all show the distinguished identity of the owner.

At the edge of the vast bamboo forest, the old man in white robes is playing Tai Chi slowly.

The old man is over 60 years old and has white hair, but his eyes are still clear and domineering.

Taking advantage of the gap between the old man's fist and rest, a housekeeper came forward and said respectfully, "master Ting, the young master has come back."

The old man's hand wiping action stopped, then as if nothing had happened, he handed the towel to the people on the side and waved.

After all the people left, the old man turned and looked at the young man standing by the rockery.

If it wasn't for the black clothes, which slightly concealed his gorgeous color, the boy could be described as a national beauty.

If a man looks like this, he really doesn't know whether it's a blessing or a curse.

The old man of Beiming laughed deeply, "how can I have time to come back today?"

Northern night Xuan called a voice, "grandfather."

Under the respectful tone, it's hard to hide a trace of thin violence.

Beiming old man's eyelids jumped and laughed, "are you... Rebelling?"

The corner of his lips of the northern night Xuan stirred up a radian without temperature, and his eyes were calm. "No, let me ask you. You have a son who has offended me. I want his life. Do you have any opinions?"

The smile on Beiming's face disappeared, and he turned his eyes to look into the distance.

Over the blue lake, the courtyard built near the water, open atmosphere, beautiful and quiet as if a pair of ink painting.

Beiming old man looked for a long time, then re opened his mouth, tone slightly bitter, "are you sure it's his hand?"

Beiming Ya has just returned to the capital. At this time, it's not good for him to irritate Beiming yexuan. It's reasonable that he won't do such a stupid thing.

Northern night Xuan lowered his eyelashes, collected the sharp murderous air from the bottom of his eyes, "it's not important."

Even if it's not Beiming Ya's automatic hand, it's the person he's covering. For Beiming yexuan, it's no different.

The old man turned his head to stare at him and said in an unpredictable voice, "that's your second uncle. Do you really want to attack him?"

Beiming night Xuan laughed, if a flash of flowers, draw the same eyebrows, cold and strange, people can't move their eyes, "I have a reason to let him go?"

The overwhelming murderous spirit, just like the tide, spreads out from the man.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

There seemed to be a secret smell of blood in the air.

The old man of the northern underworld looked deep into the dark ghost's eyes. "You boy, you are really more and more cruel."

Northern night Xuan eyes ponder, tone listen to still quite innocent, "you shouldn't blame me ruthless, blame him too damn!"

The old man of Beiming glared at him, "don't think I don't know, you are all for that girl!"

Beiming yexuan folded a beautiful white Epiphyllum next to him and turned it around in the palm of his hand. The white petals between the slender fingers showed the tenderness of careful care.

He raised his eyelids, raised his eyebrows and said, "you know, so what?"