Chen Shi'an suddenly slumped down in the chair, his lips turned gray and trembled. It took him a long time to speak slowly: "So... So you have long had the intention to kill... to kill your mother and seize your son?"
"Hmph, Chen Shi'an, did you only know my temper today? No one can covet my things. Anyone who dares to have wishful thinking will be damned." Lu Zhichan walked slowly in front of Chen Shi'an, condescendingly He looked at Chen Shi'an's handsome and pale face, and the gorgeous and cold armor gently caressed Chen Shi'an's face, "Chen Shi'an, you are much more blessed than your son, don't you think so?"
Chen Shi'an felt the cold golden armor, gently melting on his face, from his forehead to his nose, and from his nose to his lips, and finally stopped on his throat. A layer of dense goose bumps appeared on his skin, and he felt like his whole body was wrapped in fear.
"Princess...Princess, what do you... mean?" Chen Shi'an stammered.
"You can figure it out for yourself." Lu Zhichan slowly put away his hand, stared disdainfully at the shivering man on the chair, and then turned away.
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Guangxi.
There is a villa on the outskirts of Nanning. The villa is not big but it is quiet and unobtrusive. It has complete furniture and a good surrounding environment. This is what Zhou Chi prepared for Fang Zhenli and her son early in the morning.
When Zheng Zuoyang came back from the Guangxi Governor's Yamen, the maid in the other courtyard rushed to greet him with an anxious look on his face: "Mr. Zheng, Miss Fang didn't eat again today."
Zheng Zuoyang frowned: "Still don't want to eat?"
Since he settled Fang Zhenli's mother and son here yesterday, Fang Zhenli has not had a meal.
The little maid nodded hurriedly: "Let alone eating, Miss Fang won't even drink water. If this continues, what will happen? Mr. Zheng, why don't you go in and give me some advice?"
Zheng Zuoyang nodded: "Ask the kitchen to make some porridge and side dishes right away, and I will deliver them to Miss Fang myself."
"It's always been prepared. I'll bring it to you right now." The little maid was so busy that she went to the kitchen. She turned around and brought out a tray with two plates of refreshing side dishes and a bowl of stomach-nourishing millet porridge. She handed it to Zheng Zuoyang, While whispering, he whispered, "Mr. Zheng, you must give Miss Fang some good advice. She is really pitiful."
Zheng Zuoyang didn't answer and carried the tray into the backyard.
"Miss Fang," Zheng Zuoyang knocked on the door several times, but there was no response. He had to gently push the door open, "Miss Fang, I'm coming in."
As soon as Zheng Zuoyang entered the door, he felt that the room was deserted and depressing. Although it was still sunny and warm outside, he couldn't help but shudder when he entered the room.
Zheng Zuoyang placed the tray on the table, walked over and opened the windows one by one, letting in the sunlight from outside.
"Don't... don't open the window."
Zheng Zuoyang followed the sound and looked over, and then he saw Fang Zhenli sitting in the corner with her knees in her arms. Zheng Zuoyang hurriedly walked over, leaned down, and asked in a low voice: "Miss Fang, the ground is cold here. You can't sit all the time. It's too cold for you." No, please get up quickly."
Fang Zhenli nodded, but did not move. She still buried her head in her knees. The paper figure, which was already so thin that there was only a handful of bones left, looked even thinner sitting like this. Zheng Zuoyang looked at her withered and disheveled body. Her hair was open and she pursed her lips.