In the dark room, there were no windows, and it was hard to tell whether it was day or night. The narrow and cramped space could torture a person to the point of collapse. In the interrogation room outside the dark room, He Changdi sat at the head of the table with a cold expression and waved at Lai Yue. "Bring her out." Not long after, the two guards behind Lai Yue brought out a half-dead person and threw her at He Changdi's feet. This person was wearing a green dress and had disheveled hair. Her face was pale and haggard, and her eyes were empty. Her waist was so slender that it seemed boneless. Who else could it be but Fuyan? Fuyan was in a daze. She lay on the floor of the interrogation room, which was still stained with dried blood. It was as if her soul had been sucked out of her. He Sanlang lowered his eyes and his cold gaze landed on Fuyan. "Tell me, who ordered you to do this?" Fuyan trembled all over. When she heard He Changdi's question, it was as if she had suddenly woken up from a dream. She raised her dirty face and begged for mercy with fear in her eyes. "Third Young Master, I beg you, don't lock this servant in that dark room. This servant will tell you everything. As long as it's something you want to know, this servant will tell you everything!" After she finished speaking, Fuyan's body suddenly emitted a foul stench. That was because she had lost control of her body due to her emotional breakdown … Lai Yue immediately covered his nose in disgust. Fifteen minutes later, He Changdi came out of the interrogation room. He was dressed in a black robe and stood in the corridor with his hands behind his back. He stared at the darkening night sky, and his straight and tall figure looked even more lonely under the dim light. Lai Yue also walked to the corridor. "Third Young Master, other than knowing that someone sent her a message, she didn't know who it was. The letter was specially sent to Third Young Madam during the old Marquis Dingyuan's birthday, but the person chosen to deliver the letter was her. However, she kept the letter and never handed it to Third Young Madam. "Lai Yue reported the situation to He Changdi in detail. He Changdi's lips curved coldly. Xiao Wujing was really all-pervasive! Laiyue didn't hear his master's words. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Fuyan is no longer of any value. What should we do with her?" He Changdi touched the sapphire ring on his left thumb with his index finger. There was no emotion in his magnetic voice, but it made people feel cold all over. "Solve it." When Lai Yue heard this answer, he was stunned for a second before he reacted. He nodded and said, "Then leave it to me." After following He Changdi for so many years, Lai Lai understood what his master meant when he said the word "solve". Although he felt that this method was somewhat ruthless, it was undoubtedly the best method. For a traitor with a heart bigger than the sky, death was the best ending for her. He Changdi nodded slightly and walked towards the front yard of the private residence. There was someone waiting for him there. Today, he was going to clean up all these accounts! There were already two people sitting in the parlor. When He Changdi arrived, the subordinate standing guard in front of the Flower Hall silently cupped his fists and saluted him. When he entered the reception hall, Xiao Hongyu, who had accompanied him in advance, came up to him. He smiled foolishly. "Brother He, since you're here, I'll leave this person to you. I'll make a move first." He Changdi patted him on the shoulder. Before long, there were only him, Mo Chenggui, and Huang Zhijian left in the entire reception hall. He Sanlang walked to the main seat and sat down. For the first time, the corners of his lips curled up slightly. This strange smile not only didn't add any beauty to his cold face, but it also sent chills down people's spines. "Uncle Mo, Uncle Huang, please sit." Mo Chenggui and Huang Zhijian had already stood up when He Changdi walked in. Although the two of them had been on the battlefield for a long time, when faced with the third young master's strong aura, they lacked that intimidating aura. This directly caused the two of them to feel nervous. Although they knew that this kind of emotion was the most unbearable for them, it was like a stress reaction of the body. It was completely uncontrollable. Mo Chenggui and Huang Zhijian looked at each other suspiciously before sitting down nervously. There was no one else in the reception hall. The three of them sat almost facing each other. The entire reception hall was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Sometimes, the more silent one was, the more nervous one was. After not hearing He Changdi speak for a long time, the two of them couldn't restrain themselves. Mo Chenggui was the first to speak. "I wonder why Third Young Master invited us here today?" He Changdi's deep eyes swept over him. "Does Uncle Mo really not know why I invited Uncle Mo here?" Mo Chenggui's scarred face twitched. After hearing He Changdi's mocking words, his heart skipped a beat. He thought of a possibility and suddenly stared at He Changdi with wide eyes. "It's … it's Third Young Mistress?" "Although Uncle Mo is old, your memory is good." As soon as He Changdi admitted it, the sweat on his forehead suddenly flowed out like water. It was clearly a chilly early spring night, but Mo Chenggui's inner clothes were already soaked with sweat. An hour later, the sound of hooves could be heard at the entrance of the residence. He Changdi, wearing a black brocade cloak, mounted his horse and quickly left with his men, disappearing at the end of the dark street. Mo Chenggui and Huang Zhijian stood at the entrance of the residence, each holding a horse. However, their expressions were clearly extremely ugly. The dim yellow light from the entrance of the residence shone on their faces. Mo Chenggui's scarred face seemed to be covered in a layer of waxy yellow papyrus. He muttered weakly, "It's over, it's all over. Little brother, I've implicated you this time." What else could Huang Zhijian say? He could only shake his head with a bitter smile. This time, it was indeed Mo Chenggui's fault. As a family warrior, disloyalty was the most taboo. Although his intentions were good, telling such an uncertain matter to the Matriarch was truly a foolish move. Any general with a bit of background would have a family guard, and this generation of family guards had basically all followed their uncle out. They were considered the most senior and most respected group. After the family warriors and the patriarch made an oath of blood, they had to follow the patriarch for three generations. Otherwise, it would be seen as a betrayal. It seemed like the family warriors were at a disadvantage, but in reality, that was not the case. Once a family warrior became a general's family warrior, the patriarch had to protect the future of the family warrior for three generations. If the position of patriarch changed, the family warrior would directly follow the next patriarch. The oath of blood sacrifice was still valid. Huang Zhijian and Mo Chenggui knew that the next patriarch of Count Jing 'an's estate would either be the second young master or the third young master. The eldest young master only had an idle position in the capital and was going to inherit the title of nobility in the future. He could not be the next patriarch. The family warriors listened to the patriarch and were not the children who would inherit the title of nobility. If there were special circumstances, it was possible that the person who would inherit the title of patriarch and patriarch would be the same person, such as Count Jing 'an. However, based on this development, it was very likely that the next patriarch of the He family would be the third young master. Once it was confirmed that it was the third young master and that Mo Chenggui had done something like this, it was certain that the relationship between them and the third young master would be nullified. This would also indirectly ruin the future of three generations of their family. The future of a family of more than ten had been ruined because of a single sentence. Trouble really came from the mouth. Since it had already happened, it was useless for Mo Chenggui to regret it now. By the time He Sanlang returned to Count Jing 'an's estate, it was already the time of the night. In the Great Wu Dynasty, this was already the time for people to sleep. When he entered Songtao Court, He Changdi learned that Chu Lian had just fallen asleep and that Senior Servant Zhong was cleaning up the earthenware pot. He Sanlang's sensitive senses picked up the smell of herbs in the pot. He frowned and asked, "What is this?" Senior Servant Zhong was full of smiles. "This old servant is making soup for Third Young Mistress to nourish her body. Don't worry, Third Young Master, I've already given the prescription to Miracle Doctor Miao. There's no problem. This old servant also personally makes this soup every day. " Hearing Senior Servant Zhong's assurance, He Changdi finally relaxed. "Third Young Master has just returned from outside. It's getting late. Would you like to have some supper?" He Changdi waved his hand, took off his cloak, and handed it to Senior Servant Zhong before entering the inner room. He had been away for more than half a day, but since he hadn't seen that little face that he had been thinking about so much, He Sanlang missed her terribly. He paused at the door of the inner room for a moment before entering the bedroom. A dim yellow light was left on in the bedroom, so he could clearly see everything in the room. He Sanlang strode over to the bedside and reached out to lift the gauze curtains. There was only a small bump in the middle of the spacious bed. He Changdi looked at the bump, and the coldness in the depths of his eyes slowly melted. There was even a hint of a smile on his face. He gently sat on the edge of the bed and pulled down the blankets. Soon, he saw a small, soft, and flushed face. The night of early spring was as cold as water, and Chu Lian was most afraid of the cold. The blankets had clearly been warmed by Xiyan and the others before she slept, but after she lay down, it became cold again not long after. It was as if this little person was born to be made of ice. Even after sleeping in the warm blankets for a night, her hands and feet were still cold. Chu Lian's soft black hair draped over her shoulders, and a few strands were messily covering her little face. He Changdi reached out and smoothed the hair by the side of her face, then gently kissed her on the cheek. Then, he touched her hands and feet under the brocade blankets. Sure enough, they were as cold as he imagined. He Changdi frowned and covered her with the blankets. Then, he went to the washroom to wash up and change his clothes. As soon as he left, Chu Lian opened her eyes. She reached out to touch the place He Changdi had just kissed, and the corners of her lips curled up. Then, she smacked her lips twice and really fell asleep. He Changdi quickly washed up and came back. He gently lifted the blankets and pulled Chu Lian, who was curled up under the blankets, into his arms. His broad, safe chest, and the familiar, elegant scent. Chu Lian very naturally leaned over and buried herself in He Changdi's embrace. The two of them were both wearing thin pajamas, and they had just consummated their marriage. Hugging each other so intimately, it was inevitable that some people would be unable to control themselves. Chu Lian fell asleep, but she didn't feel anything. She just treated He Changdi as a warm pillow. This made things difficult for He Sanlang. With a warm and fragrant body in his arms, he couldn't do anything. He gritted his teeth so hard that they were about to break. End of Chapter Content -- >