"Woo——" When Song Hongyan received the call, a nanny car was arriving at Chen Yuanyuan's site.
Cai Lingzhi followed Song Hongyan's instructions and did not enter the Tang Sect with a high profile, nor did she go around announcing Tang Beixuan's violent death.
After she contacted Chen Yuanyuan and obtained permission, she drove the nanny car directly to Tongtian Temple.
The car was just getting ready when Cai Lingzhi saw Chen Yuanyuan and Tang Kexin waiting silently.
There was no sound, but it gave people a sense of sadness.
After Cai Lingzhi parked the car, without saying a word, he turned around and got into the commercial vehicle that followed him and left.
She disappeared very quickly, as if she had never been to Tongtian Temple or seen off Tang Beixuan.
After Cai Lingzhi left, Chen Yuanyuan's frozen body also moved.
There was also sadness and sadness on the dull face.
But she still didn't cry loudly. Instead, she suppressed her sadness and gently waved her hand to tell Tang Kexin to do something.
Tang Kexin immediately came forward with four die-hard followers, stretched out her hand to open the door of the nanny's car, and was immediately dazzled by a golden light.
Tang Kexin and the others couldn't help but take a few steps back, and even rubbed their eyes a few times to cushion themselves.
After a little adaptation, they looked at the nanny car again and were immediately shocked.
A golden ice coffin appears in the view, with dragons and phoenixes carved on it and countless diamonds embellishment.
This coffin costs at least 100 million.
Tang Kexin lamented that Song Hongyan was rich and powerful, and quickly asked four of her men to carry the golden coffin inside.
Ten minutes later, the golden coffin was delivered to the second negative floor of Tongtian Temple.
After the four men left, Chen Yuanyuan took Tang Kexin up.
"Beixuan! Beixuan!"
Compared with the sluggishness and indifference outside, Chen Yuanyuan's emotions exploded at this moment.
She hurriedly rushed to the golden ice coffin, but did not dare to open it to check.
His hands were trembling.
Seeing that Chen Yuanyuan did not dare to face the bloody facts, Tang Kexin comforted her softly: "Madam, Song Hongyan is hostile to us, and the person in the coffin may be a fake."
"Why don't we open it now and continue to contact Beixuan for a few days before we talk."
She added: "Maybe Beixuan is practicing in seclusion these days and has no time to answer our calls."
"Continue contact?"
Chen Yuanyuan smiled sadly, with pain and struggle on Feng Yun's face: "We have been in contact for more than a week, and we would have been in touch as soon as possible."
"All channels, all means have been exhausted."
"No more luck, no more miracles."
"And I don't want to endure the torture of not seeing people alive or dead or corpses."
"The past week or so has been the most painful day in my life."
"I'd better face it properly."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly pulled the lid of the golden coffin.
After the hula, a chill emerged.
Then a lifelike corpse wearing a Chinese tunic suit appeared in Chen Yuanyuan's view.
It was Tang Beixuan.
The body was cleaned, the bullet holes were whitewashed, and light makeup was applied to the face.
This not only made Tang Beixuan look lifelike, but also had some residual gentle smile.
This invisibly buffered Chen Yuanyuan's violent mood.
Then she untied Tang Beixuan's clothes with trembling hands.
Soon, she saw a large black mole birthmark on Tang Beixuan's chest.
"Beixuan, Beixuan!"
"My son, my good son!"
"Mom, I'm sorry for you. Mom didn't protect you. Mom implicated you."
After confirming Tang Beixuan's identity, Chen Yuanyuan could no longer control it and burst into tears.
She held her son in tears and vented all her worries and pain for the past week.
He was born in ten months of pregnancy! He worked hard to raise him! He tried his best to support him! It was not easy for him to grow up and become a man! It was not easy for him to survive the hundred years of changes in the Tang Sect! Chen Yuanyuan was about to rely on her son to complete the Tang Sect's counterattack. Let her, a Tang lady, rely on her
Zigui came to power and vented his grievances.
As a result, he died suddenly in a foreign country without even having time to meet and say a word.
Her hard work of more than 20 years was gone.
Her more than 20 years of enduring humiliation and burden became meaningless.
Moreover, the person who killed her son was Tang Ruoxue, whom she carefully promoted.
A knife belonging to his own camp turned around and killed his own son.
How can this not make Chen Yuanyuan collapse?
How could this not make Chen Yuanyuan angry?
"Ahhhh-" "Tang Ruoxue, I'm going to cut you into pieces, I'm going to cut you into pieces!"
"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"
Although she had more than a week's buffer and was mentally prepared, Chen Yuanyuan still shed tears early on.
But at this moment, seeing his son's body, grief and anger surged again.
She grabbed a dagger and stabbed it at the ground.
Chen Yuanyuan was still shouting hysterically: "Kill Tang Ruoxue, kill her!"
Tang Kexin didn't speak, didn't approach, and didn't stop him. She could tell that Chen Yuanyuan was on the verge of going berserk.
If he rushes to give advice, he will be stabbed by her accidentally.
After all, she is the person who specializes in communicating with Tang Ruoxue.
It took almost ten minutes for Chen Yuanyuan to calm down.
She threw away the broken dagger in her hand, hugged Tang Beixuan's body again and cried bitterly: "Beixuan!"
When her son died, she not only felt uncomfortable, but also felt very confused.
All her old plans and goals suddenly came to nothing and became meaningless.
Chen Yuanyuan suddenly felt that all her efforts were worthless.
"Madam, my condolences and my condolences. You are not in good health, so don't cry too much."
Only then did Tang Kexin walk up and take out a few tissues and give them to Chen Yuanyuan.
"I know it's painful for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person to someone else, but Madam can never let herself get involved."
"The young master's revenge needs to be avenged and repaid with blood."
"Besides, the young master doesn't want to see you in such a heartbroken state, madam."
Tang Kexin comforted Chen Yuanyuan with soft words, and reminded her intentionally or unintentionally not to forget revenge.
There was a flash of light in her eyes.
Tang Kexin is not very capable, but she is also a shrewd woman, and she can see that now is her great opportunity.
Tang Beixuan is dead, and if Tang Ruoxue is killed, her weight in Chen Yuanyuan's heart will skyrocket.
When the time comes, she will take control of Dihao's twelve branches instead of Tang Ruoxue, or become Chen Yuanyuan's most beloved general.
In the future, when Chen Yuanyuan dies, everything about Chen Yuanyuan will become hers.
To be continued...