Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 845 (Extra) She is dead
"If you were Zhou Ling, you would do the same, right?"

"No! I won't trap him!" Wei Xun yelled.

"No?" Murong Qian sneered, "No, why did you frame Zhou Ling? Why did you make Zhou Ling a very jealous image in front of my elder brother?"

Wei Xun knew that he was talking about what happened in the bar back then, "How do you know?"

"Do you think you know it?" Murong Qian smiled and shook his head: "Actually, my elder brother also knows, but he can't help it, because you have no father or mother, and he knows very well that he is your only support. So he used his best ability to protect you, Wei Xun, is it fair for you to do this? My eldest brother doesn’t owe you anything, even if he chooses another person to spend the rest of his life, is there anything wrong? If he is that kind of ungrateful Playboy, even if he abandons you, who can do anything to him? Why does he bother to think about your situation and mood? "

Wei Xun lowered his head silently, tears slipping down quietly.

Only at this moment did she realize that it wasn't that Murong Yao didn't care about her, but that it was because of fate.

He has done so much for himself, but he never told himself that after he got married, he was still helping her everywhere.

Murong Qian is right, he doesn't owe himself anything...

"I see." Wei Xun stood up numbly, "Thank you."

Wei Xun's smile was tinged with bitterness, and the fierce look in her eyes had turned into a vicissitudes of life. She looked at Murong Qian and finally smiled.

"Take care of your brother."

"Tell me, after many years, will he suddenly remember that there was such a person who loved him so much..."

After Wei Xun finished talking to himself, he left the coffee shop with tired steps.

Murong Qian's heart skipped a beat, looking at the woman outside the window under the heavy snow, her back was so weak and helpless.

"Brother, that's all my brother can help you with. If she still can't let go... hey." Murong Qian shook his head helplessly.
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"Where have you been?"

After returning to the villa, Murong Yao looked at Murong Qian who entered the door while avoiding the heavy snow.

Murong Qian patted the snowflakes on top of his head and said with a smile, "I'm going to do a great job!"

Murong Yao gave him a helpless look, "Hurry up and go to the kitchen to help."

"okay!"

At that time in the supermarket, the two of them bought groceries and searched for a long time, but Murong Qian didn't see anyone else, thinking that he came back first, but he didn't see him when they got home.

After dinner in the evening, the family sat in the living room watching TV.

Murong Yao's phone rang suddenly, it was from Quan Feng, he picked it up to answer.

"She's dead."

Murong Yao's hands trembled inexplicably, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

"Who?"

"Wei Xun committed suicide in her former house. Her friend called her but no one answered her. After going there, she found that she had committed suicide." Quan Feng's voice was very hoarse.

"Where are you?" Murong Yao felt his legs trembling.

He was so panicked that the whole family looked over, "I'm right here, the police are contacting my family, but his family members are gone, look... can you come over here."

"I'm going right away!" Murong Yao picked up his coat and walked out without even thinking.

When he reached the door, he turned around and looked at Zhou Ling, "Do you want to come with me?"

"No, you go with A-Qian." Zhou Ling didn't know what happened, but he sounded anxious.

Murong Qian didn't refuse when his name was called, got up and followed his elder brother and left.

(End of this chapter)