"Should you check how Mrs. Yunmiao died?"

When talking about his daughter's death, Mrs. Yun was obviously stunned and her tears fell even more violently, "Amiao... didn't she die of illness?"

Sneer and disgust flashed through Butler Bo's eyes, and he was too lazy to maintain his superficial etiquette in an instant. "No, she was killed by someone!" After saying that, he ordered the servants beside him, "Please take Mrs. Yun out!"

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On the outskirts of the city far away from the center of the capital, there is a magnificent private mansion with pure white background, ingenious buildings, and deep and restrained momentum, all of which show the prominent identity of the owner.

By the vast bamboo forest, the old man in a white robe was slowly practicing Tai Chi.

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

Taking advantage of the gap when the old man finished his fist and rested, a man who looked like a housekeeper walked forward and said respectfully, "Master Ting, the young master is back."

The old man paused his hand and handed the towel to the person beside him as if nothing had happened and waved his hand.

After everyone next to him left, the old man turned around and his eyes fell on the young man standing next to the rockery.

If it weren't for the black dress, his bright colors were slightly hidden, this kid could have been described as the national fragrance.

A man who looks like this really doesn’t know whether it’s a blessing or a disaster.

Mr. Beiming smiled deeply, "Why have time to come back today?"

Bei Ming Yexuan called out, "Grandpa."

In a respectful tone, it is hard to hide a trace of slight resilience.

Old Master Beiming's eyes hopped and he laughed, "Are you... going to rebel?"

Bei Ming Yexuan's lips curled up a curve without temperature, and his eyes were calm, "No, I'll ask you, you have a son who has messed with me, I'll take his life, do you have any objection?"

The smile on Mr. Beiming's face disappeared, and he turned his gaze and looked into the distance.

Crossing the sky-blue lake surface, the courtyard built by the water is open and grand, beautiful and quiet like an ink painting.

Old Master Beiming looked at it for a long time before speaking again, his tone was slightly bitter, "Is it sure he was the one who moved?"

Bei Mingya had just returned to the capital. At this time, it would have done him no benefit at all. Logically, he would not do such a stupid thing.

Bei Ming Yexuan lowered his eyelashes and curled the sharp murderous aura in his eyes, "It's not important."

Even if it was not Bei Mingya's own hand, he was still the one he was guarding. For Bei Ming Yexuan, there was no difference.

Old Master Beiming turned his head to stare at him, and spoke in an unpredictable tone, "That's your second uncle, do you really want to attack him?"

Bei Ming Yexuan laughed. If the flowers bloomed in an instant, the eyebrows and eyes were as cold as the painted ones, making people unable to move their eyes away, "Is there any reason to let him go?"

The overwhelming murderous aura spread out from a man like a tide.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

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

Old Master Beiming met those dark and ghostly eyes, and his eyes became deeper, "You kid are really getting more and more ruthless."

Bei Ming Yexuan's eyes were playful, and his tone was quite innocent, "You shouldn't blame me for being cruel, you should blame him for being too damn!"

Old Master Beiming glared at him, "Don't think I don't know, you're all for that girl!"

Bei Ming Yexuan casually folded off a beautiful white cereal next to him and gently turned it around in his palm. The white petals showed a bit of careful care between his slender fingers.

He raised his eyelids and raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You know, so what?"
Chapter completed!