The salty fish lady just wants to get over the wall

Wen Decheng's face was slightly stiff, and his eyes flickered: "You asked her why, she has been dead for more than ten years, and you have nothing to do with her."

"Master Wen."

Wen Nianruan interrupted him, speaking in a calm tone, but it made Wen Decheng's face tremble, and he was so guilty that he didn't dare to look at her.

Wen Nianruan's eyes were as calm as water, and he looked at him quietly: "Li Huachun has explained everything about Aunt Mu, Master Wen has nothing to hide."

Wen Decheng's eyes trembled slightly: "What did she say?"

Wen Nianruan curled his lips into a smile: "She said that Bengong's biological mother is Aunt Mu, not her. She raised Bengong under her knees to treat Wen Ruochu's illness." The smile subsided slightly, and a cold light appeared : "I also know that Li Huachun was responsible for Aunt Mu's death."

Who would have thought that a generation of heavenly beauties would not perish in the abyss of the imperial palace, but in the end buried themselves in the intrigue in the back house.

Wen Decheng's legs softened, he knelt down, his face was covered with panic, and he begged for mercy: "Yes, yes, those poisonous schemes back then were all thought up by that vicious woman Li Huachun, and they have nothing to do with me."

Wen Nianruan glanced at her, and mocked lightly: "Ben Gong brought up the old matter again, not to settle accounts with you, but to ask you, Ben Gong's identity."

Wen Decheng's face froze, and he lowered his eyelids subconsciously.

Wen Nian said softly: "As long as you answer truthfully, I can consider letting you out."

Wen Decheng raised his eyes suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes.

"Is this palace your daughter?" Wen Nianruan looked at him with deep eyes.

Wen Decheng didn't reply immediately, he twitched the corners of his lips, and his face trembled a few times before answering: "...No."

Wen Nianruan narrowed her eyes, no wonder Wen Decheng didn't care at all when she was treated harshly by Li Huachun.

I heard that he used to dote on Aunt Mu very much, if she was really his daughter, he would not let her suffer all kinds of hardships since she was a child.

It turned out that it was not his own.

Wen Decheng lowered his eyes, his face turned vicissitudes: "When I met your mother back then, she seemed to be homeless, and she had been pregnant with you for two months, and she didn't hide it from me, but I like your mother very much. , I didn't care about her pregnancy, so I took her to the house and made her my aunt."

He looked up with an excited expression: "I really like your mother, and I really want to treat her well."

Wen Nianruan sneered: "If you like her, you will bury her in the hands of other women?"

"At that time, I couldn't help myself," Wen Decheng said with tears in his eyes, his face full of sadness, "Li Huachun couldn't tolerate her, and only wanted her to die, and I couldn't help it."

At that time, the entire Wen family had to rely on Li Huachun, and he dared not disobey her words.

Wen Nianruan sneered: "It's not that you can't do anything, it's just that you are too cowardly."

Not only is he cowardly, but he also loves vanity and focuses on profit. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have been bullied by Li Huachun for half his life.

"It was my fault, it was all my fault."

Now that the family has been ruined, Wende City regrets it.

Wen Nianruan raised her red lips lightly, with a glint in her eyes: "Since you already know you were wrong, go to your mother and confess."

"What do you mean?" Wen Decheng raised his eyes in a daze, and immediately grabbed the iron rod: "Are you going to let me out?"…

"No, I'm taking you on your way."

Wen Nianruan took two steps forward, and a dagger in his hand pierced his chest suddenly.

Wen Decheng spit out blood from his mouth, staring down at his blood-stained chest, "You"

With a whimper, he fell to the ground lifeless.

Wiping a few drops of blood on the sleeve with the brocade handkerchief in his hand, Wen Nianruan looked calm and indifferent, threw the brocade towel, glanced at the corpse on the ground, turned and left.

This is all she can do for Murong Qiyue.

Now that the Wen family is gone, it can be regarded as revenge for her.

Walking out of the prison, the harsh light outside made her feel uncomfortable for a moment, squinting her eyes and shaking her body, one hand grabbed her waist from behind, and a soft voice rang in her ear: "Be careful."

Wen Nianruan looked back and smiled lightly, his face paled slightly: "It's okay."

Yun Chen'an noticed the blood on her sleeve: "It's solved?"

"En." Wen Nian responded softly.

Yun Chenan sighed with a smile: "I knew I would go with you, so I wouldn't get your hands dirty."

It is better for him to do the murder and arson.

Wen Nian laughed softly, his fox eyes were curved like a crescent moon.

No matter when, he always wanted to protect her from the wind and rain at the first moment, and pamper her on the tip of his heart.

She said: "Chen'an, I am not the biological daughter of the Wen family."

Her tone was flat, and there were no waves.

She was also so calm in her heart. To her, identity was nothing important.

"Well, I already know."

If she doesn't say it, he can guess that no matter what her identity is, she is equally important in his heart.

Wen Nianruan sighed and laughed teasingly: "I didn't expect that my life experience is quite tortuous."

Yun Chen smiled: "We are all the same."

"I still don't know your biological father?" Wen Nianruan was curious.

"He's not a good person, it's better not to know," Yun Chen'an lowered his brows and chuckled, covering the glare in his eyes.

"Anyway, I must get to know him."

"There will be a chance. You will know him when you arrive in God's Domain."

I will definitely get to know him in the future, because his demon spirit heart is still on him
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After returning to the palace, Wen Nianruan separated from Yun Chen'an, and she went to Yongming Palace.

Beihe's shadow guards guarded the gate of the palace. When she stepped forward, they stopped her.

The shadow guard said: "I'm sorry, our prime minister has an order, and anyone who goes in needs to be notified."

Is this to prevent Bei and others from having private contact with her?

There was a trace of coldness in Wen Nianruan's eyes, and he said softly: "Then please inform your Prime Minister Zuo that I want to see your empress dowager."

"Concubine Wen, please wait a moment."

Not long after the shadow guard entered, Zuo Rong came out.

She took a look at Wen Nianruan, her eyes darkened: "Concubine Wen wants to see our empress dowager?"

Wen Nian responded with a soft smile: "I look so similar to the Empress Dowager, and they hit it off quite well. I want to chat and make friends together."

Zuo Rong pondered for a moment before answering: "The empress dowager is feeling a little uncomfortable. After the empress goes in, I can't chat with her for too long."

"I won't delay the Crown Princess for too long."

"Concubine Wen, please."

Zuo Rong brought Wen Nianruan to the door of Murong Qingying's hall, knocked on the door, "His Royal Highness, Concubine Wen has come to see you, and wants to chat with you for a while."

After waiting for a while, the palace door was opened.

Murong Qingying lowered her eyes, her face timid: "Wen, Concubine Wen, please come in."

Now that the two are standing together, their bones and eyebrows are even more similar. If it is said that the two are not related by blood, no one will believe it.

Zuo Rong also entered the hall and sat beside Murong Qingying.

Her behavior can be described as blatant surveillance.

Murong Qingying poured tea for Wen Nianruan, her timid hands were trembling slightly, Wen Nianruan looked at her quietly, maybe it was related by blood, and she felt very uncomfortable.