Once the door is broken open, the view outside is clear.
Several ironwood guards heard the commotion and rushed over.
Tiemu Cihua concentrated his gaze and was slightly startled:
"Yang Xin'er, is that you?"
"Why are you sneaking around at the door?"
The woman injured by his palm seemed to be his most trusted confidant, Yang Xin'er.
On the ground fell a tray, a broken porcelain bowl, and a whole stewed pear.
Yang Xin'er coughed lightly, spit out a mouthful of blood and spoke with difficulty:
"Father, I'm here to give you rock sugar and snow pear water."
"I saw that you were very angry today, so I made you a pot of pear sugar water to relieve your anger."
"It's just that when I came to the door to open the door, I heard you making a video call with someone."
"I don't want to disturb you, so I just want to wait at the door for a while."
"I didn't expect that before I even closed the door, you showed up and slapped me."
Yang Xin'er wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and apologized: "I really didn't mean to eavesdrop on your phone call."
"Get up."
Tiemu Cihua's expression relaxed a lot, and he even had Yang Xin'er help him up.
If someone else was eavesdropping at the door, Tiemu Cihua would definitely suspect the other person's intentions and even kill him.
But Yang Xin'er and Tiemu Cihua are less sharp.
Because today, Yang Xin'er and the Yang family have lost the foundation of the Xia Kingdom, and can only rely on Tiemu Cihua for survival and good food and clothing.
Both sides will be prosperous and both will suffer losses.
Moreover, Yang Xin'er is now one of his confidants, one person is worth less than ten thousand people, and other forces cannot offer higher bargaining chips to bribe him.
Over the past few days, Yang Xin'er has shared many difficult problems for Tiemu Cihua, and also helped him ease the anger and opposition of the royal nephew.
Yang Xin'er can be regarded as the most capable general after Tie Mu Wuyue.
So he didn't think Yang Xin'er would hurt him.
However, Tiemu Cihua still stared at Yang Xin'er and issued a warning:
"Don't do this next time. If you want to come in, come in. If you don't want to come in, stay away."
"Hiding at the door and looking so sneaky can easily make people want to kill him rather than let him go."
He also took the opportunity to glance at Yang Xin'er, and when he found that there was no clue about her, he gave up the last of his anger.
Yang Xin'er nodded lightly: "Understood."
When Yang Xin'er picked up the fragments and left with Xue Li, Temu Cihua remembered something and gave her instructions:
"You go and keep an eye on the flight from Hengcheng to Pakistan."
"I have arranged a death flight for Tang Ruoxue."
"There will be an accident on the plane soon. Remember to notify me as soon as possible."
Tiemu Cihua returned to his seat and stroked Xia Qiuye: "I want to congratulate Mrs. Shen on Tang Ruoxue's death."
Tang Ruoxue?
Death flight?
Yang Xin'er trembled, and then responded respectfully: "I understand, thank you Mr. Tiemu."
She picked up the tray, fragments and snow pears on the ground, lowered her eyebrows and prepared to leave.
As soon as Tiemu Cihua withdrew his gaze, looking at the intact pear on the tray, a cold light shot out of his eyes inexplicably.
"Wait a moment!"
Tiemu Cihua shouted, and then walked up to Yang Xin'er.
"This pear smells good, sweet and fresh, and it must taste delicious too."
"How much did it cost for each one? Is there still a kitchen left?"
He asked enthusiastically and reached out to grab the pear on the tray.
Yang Xin'er's breathing was slightly rapid: "Father, I don't know where to buy Xue Li. I have to ask the servant."
"I just saw some pears in the kitchen, so I brought them over to stew one for my adoptive father."
"There seem to be several more in the kitchen. My adoptive father would like me to go down and make another stew."
She also gave advice: "This pear is dirty after it fell to the ground. It still contains a lot of sugar. My adoptive father should not touch it."
"Crack!"
Before Yang Xin'er could finish her words, Tiemu Cihua smashed the stewed pear into pieces.
The pear turned into a pile of broken pieces with a crisp sound and fell onto the tray, becoming sticky.
The guards, Xia Qiuye and the others suddenly froze in breath, and they all smelled a sudden murderous intention.
Yang Xin'er also trembled, and a drop of fragrant sweat seeped out from her forehead.
"It's so crispy when pinched, but the pear stew was a bit too hot."
While Tiemu Cihua dropped the snow pear residue, he checked to see if there was anything inside.
Then Tiemu Cihua pinched the fragments on the tray one by one with his fingers.
After confirming that there were no clues, Temu Cihua calmed down and said, "Next time you stew it for me for ten more minutes."
Yang Xin'er nodded with a dry mouth: "Yes, foster father!"
Tiemu Cihua said nothing more, wiped his wet palms on Yang Xin'er, and then motioned for her to leave.
Yang Xin'er bit her lip and left quickly while holding the tray, tilting the tray slightly from beginning to end.
Three minutes later, Yang Xin'er returned to the kitchen and pinched out a miniature bug from the edge of the tray with trembling fingers.
She tried her best to remain calm, crushed the bug, threw it into the sewer and flushed it away.
At this moment, she sincerely thanked Song Hongyan for training her.
In the event of any accident, transfer the bug as soon as possible.
Yang Xin'er originally hid a bug in Xueli to eavesdrop, but she didn't expect that she got slapped by Tiemu Cihua before she even got into the study.
This made her regret why she bothered to eavesdrop at the door, and also forced her to quickly think of ways to escape.
She quickly remembered what Song Hongyan had told her.
Yang Xin'er took advantage of the rolling situation to take the bug out of Xueli and move it to the edge of the tray.
Unexpectedly, I really escaped Tiemu Cihua's temptation.
This also made her feel a sense of gratitude towards Song Hongyan. Once the bug was discovered, she would probably be worse off than dead.
"Tang Ruoxue?"
"Death flight?"
Yang Xin'er was glad that she was lucky, and took out her cell phone to call Ye Fan to warn him.
Beep beep, just when the phone was ringing, Yang Xin'er suddenly noticed a huge black shadow behind her.
Then, a hand reached out from behind her and snatched her mobile phone...
Yang Xin'er's whole body went stiff, and her back was instantly soaked.
When the dark waves of Ironwood Castle were turbulent, Ye Fan accompanied Tang Pingfan as they arrived over Longdu.
Along the way, Ye Fan made several phone calls, trying to figure out how to resolve Tang Pingfan's predicament.
At least Tang Pingfan's losses were minimized.
Compared with Ye Fan's busyness, Tang Pingfan was as calm as water, either closing his eyes to rest or signing a few contracts via phone.
To be continued...