Princess Ningcheng recognized the person on the stretcher.
He is an old man from Duke Rongguo's mansion, and he is dedicated to driving carriages for Duke Rongguo or his son.
Just yesterday, Princess Ningcheng saw him smiling, feeding horses and washing carts. She never expected that before dawn today, he would be a cold corpse lying in front of her?
"ah!"
Princess Ningcheng was so frightened that she screamed and almost fell down.
Fortunately, Zhang Pingyuan had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he helped his mother.
Princess Ningcheng's face was pale, and she leaned on her son weakly. Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, as if she was seriously ill.
"Princess, do you understand?" Lu An stared at Princess Ningcheng with a smile: "Do you recognize this person? When he died, he kept saying that he was the most sincere servant of your Duke Rongguo. He was about to die.
I don’t think you will lie if you are a good person.”
Princess Ningcheng's breath froze slightly, and she crawled into Zhang Pingyuan's arms, not daring to make eye contact with Lu An.
Lu An was in a good mood, and it felt so good to have the slap in the face come so quickly!
Zhang Pingyuan frowned: "You are so courageous for a slave!"
"Thank you for the compliment." Lu An's smile became even brighter: "Our sect leader always teaches us that Zongzheng Mansion is no better than other places. Once you enter the sect's manor, you must be bold and careful. It seems that I have been quite successful on this bold path."
Zhang Pingyuan was speechless. He once suspected that he was a great compliment when he said he was brave.
Rong Guo Gongqi's face was as dark as ink.
Looking at the dead coachman, he suddenly remembered the thing he had just entered.
This man... was all drained of blood. Could it be that what he drank just now... was...
"vomit!"
Feeling nauseous for no reason made Rongguo Gongzhen retch.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
Princess Ningcheng's mother and son, who didn't know why, looked at Duke Rong Guo with worried eyes.
There is a powerful enemy at hand. As the backbone of the government, you must not let anything happen to you!
Lin Zhi slowly sipped the blood-like drink in his hand with a lazy and comfortable posture.
It looked like a family of three from Duke Rong's mansion and servants kneeling all over the courtyard, but it was completely empty.
His arrogance and contempt completely angered Duke Rong. The nausea in his chest was replaced by surging anger, and he stared at Lin Zhi with burning eyes.
"You have to give me an explanation for this matter!"
"You're right."
Lin Zhi sloshed the drink in his hand, making blood-colored ripples. His thin crimson lips raised a faint smile: "There must be an explanation."
He raised his eyebrows, and the strangeness in the depths of his narrow phoenix eyes was like the wind blowing in the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, which made people inexplicably frightened.
"I have said that I have not seen the person I want to see today. I will never give up."
He slowly leaned forward, raised his hand to call Lu An to take down the drink, and replaced him with new tea, as if he was ready for a protracted war.
It was as quiet as a chill, making people feel an inexplicable coldness all around.
Duke Rong's Adam's apple rolled, and he finally lowered his eyes and chose to compromise.
"What...are you going to do?"
"I only want to ask you one thing." Lin Zhi's eyes suddenly penetrated into the dark night: "Where is my old Chu!"
There was deathly silence everywhere, and you could hear the wind blowing through the hall. Under the dim sky, it was bone-chilling cold.
"Lin Zhi, don't bully others too much!"
Princess Ningcheng's patience had reached its limit. She frowned and looked at Lin Zhi: "Ask your family about the whereabouts of your brother. You came to my house early in the morning to kill people and set fire. Are you sick?"
Lin Zhi didn't care about the disrespect in her words, and his expression was as calm as ever: "Say or die, you have no other choice!"
