Only seven days left to live? She goes crazy and kills

What does she want?

Yan Donghuang stared at him, his dark eyes colder than the blade of a knife.

Naturally she wanted to cut him into pieces.

"Sheng Jing'an, you should be glad that you are still in the period of filial piety." Yan Donghuang said in a cold voice, "I will let you go back today. If you do not have permission in the future, it is best not to appear in front of me."

Sheng Jing'an staggered back and said, "So you also know that I am in the period of filial piety."

Yan Donghuang ignored his sarcasm: "If you do something you shouldn't do again, the fate of the Sheng family will be the same as that of the Chu family and the Pingyang Marquis Mansion. You'd better not take chances."

Sheng Jing'an really doesn't take chances.

The methods Yan Donghuang showed these days were enough for him to understand that she was no longer the Yan Donghuang she was before.

She is the crown prince, a general with the power of life and death.

She let whomever she wanted die die, and whose house she wanted ransacked.

Who can do anything to get her?

Sheng Jing'an looked down at his hand wrapped in white cloth. The severe pain that penetrated his palm was still clear to his bones. Even if this hand was not completely disabled, it might not be of much use in the future.

He felt a strong hatred for Yan Donghuang in his heart.

He is the son of the Duke.

Yan Donghuang not only humiliated him, allowed his men to stab him, but also deprived him of the title that should have belonged to him. How could he not hate her?

But with his current strength, he couldn't do anything to her.

Sheng Jing'an suppressed the hatred in his heart and bowed deeply to Yan Donghuang: "The common people retire."

Turn around and step out of Qingluan Courtyard.

A blue-robed Feng Yaoguang stood there quietly, with a handsome face and an upright posture. Only one of his eyes shone with a cold and cruel light, like a poisonous snake, waiting to bite him to death at any time.

Sheng Jing'an's face stiffened, and then he sneered: "General Yaoguang, you are willing to be a vassal of a woman. You are really a man's disgrace."

Feng Yaoguang raised his eyebrows: "Master Sheng's tone is so sour, I, the general, can think you are jealous."

"Jealous?" Sheng Jing'an took two steps closer and sneered in a low voice, "Jealous that you will be suppressed by a woman in the future? Feng Yaoguang, when you and Yan Donghuang fell in love with each other, who was in charge and who was in charge? ——”

Bang!

Feng Yaoguang's eyes turned cold, and she suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes and pushed her knee hard against his abdomen. With such a lightning-fast blow, Sheng Jing'an's internal organs seemed to be completely displaced in an instant.

His eyes were black, and his screams were stuck in his throat. He huddled on the ground holding his abdomen in pain, trembling constantly, sweating like rain, but he couldn't scream for a long time.

Yan Donghuang watched coldly, but did not stop or speak.

"Bastard!" Feng Yaoguang was still annoyed and kicked him in the face. "The Duke of Zhen Guo probably did something wrong in his previous life, so he gave birth to a son like you in this life. He will not be able to survive even if he dies."

Sheng Jing'an was kicked so hard that he rolled around on the ground, his nose bleeding, and he was miserable and embarrassed.

Feng Yaoguang's eyes were disgusted, and she gave him one last look as if she were an ant. She quickly walked up to Yan Donghuang and said, "Your Highness, don't pay attention to this kind of bastard."

Yan Donghuang's eyebrows jumped when he heard his curse words. Thinking that he had scolded Sheng Jing'an in the same way in his previous life, he couldn't help but raise his hand and pat his shoulder, then turned around and entered the house.

Feng Yaoguang was stunned, then turned to look at his shoulder, secretly wondering whether His Highness was praising him for a job well done?

Turning to look at the bedbug-like Sheng Jing'an, Feng Yaoguang raised his hand to summon his smart subordinates, and whispered: "From today on, you are only responsible for keeping an eye on the Duke's Mansion. If any outsiders go to the Duke's Mansion, or the Duke If anyone comes out to contact you, please report it to me as soon as possible."

"yes."

Feng Yaoguang ignored that bastard and turned around and stepped into the palace door. He said the purpose of the conversation: "Your Highness, I will be on duty at the New Year's Eve banquet in the palace tomorrow. Let me enter the palace with Your Highness."

Yan Donghuang said calmly: "My father is ill. The ministers don't have to go to the palace to watch the New Year tomorrow night. My father will hold a family banquet in Guangyang Palace, and my family will get together. It shouldn't take too long."

Feng Yaoguang paused in his steps, his expression obviously a little more subtle.

At this time, the word "family" sounds out of place and weird.

"Although the concubines in the harem are all the emperor's people, and the princes and princesses are also the emperor's children, judging from the current situation, relatives and family members are probably not as good as strangers." Feng Yaoguang told the truth, "I am really worried about tomorrow night Someone jumps over the wall in a hurry, which is not good for His Highness."

Yan Donghuang leaned on the brocade couch and took a sip of tea carelessly: "Two of the seven princes were injured, and the concubines in the harem have been relegated to the cold palace. With such a clear and profound lesson right in front of us, who dares to jump over the wall? They jumped Can you get up?"

Feng Yaoguang thought about it, and that was true.

Yan Ming should be the person who hated Yan Donghuang the most, but he was injured and demoted, so he really couldn't jump.

With his experience, other princes, no matter how brainless they are, should know how to protect themselves first and wait for the opportunity before taking action.

…

Sheng Jing'an dragged his scarred body back to the Duke's Mansion. The outsiders of the Duke's Mansion almost didn't recognize him at first glance: "You...who are you?"

Sheng Jing'an's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. There were blood stains on his nose and chin. His clothes were wrinkled and his whole body was exuding an unpleasant smell. It was very smoky. He was completely different from the noble and untainted heiress of the Duke's Mansion in the past. Two people, no wonder the disciples didn't recognize him immediately.

Sheng Jing'an didn't have the energy to get angry with him, so he directly reported his name. The disciples were shocked and quickly helped him into the house, shouting loudly: "Go and inform the old lady! The eldest young master is back! The eldest young master is back!"

The Duke's Mansion seemed to be suddenly awakened from a deep sleep, and the servants rushed to tell each other.

Upon hearing the news, the old lady who had been staying in the mansion day and night and worried for the past few days finally rushed over with a group of people.

When she saw her son in such a miserable state, she was so distressed that tears fell: "The eldest princess is too much, she is too much! She is really too much!"

"Brother?" Sheng Chuyue looked at Sheng Jing'an in disbelief, "You... are you really my eldest brother? How did you become like this?"

"Don't ask so many questions first, go find a doctor!" The old lady ordered sternly, almost hysterically roaring, "Go outside and find a doctor with better medical skills, order the kitchen to boil hot water for the eldest son to bathe, and make more dishes that Jing'an likes... It's too much, I must go to the emperor to complain, the eldest princess treats the son of the Duke like this, it's simply crazy, crazy!"

The day before New Year's Eve, each family and mansion began to prepare for the New Year's Eve family dinner.

Only the Zhenguo Mansion was thrown into chaos because of Sheng Jingan's sudden return.

This New Year's Day, the Sheng family was destined to have a hard time.