I am Feng Jun

Chapter 529 529. Who Let This World Be Hers in the Future?
On Yongxuan Street, which was two streets away from Shen's house, a mighty recruiting team was heading towards Shen's residence in an orderly manner.

And inside Shen's residence, Shen Nanzhu was also pushing Shen Ci's wheelchair towards the Ci courtyard without any haste.

"A word."

Shen Nanzhu called softly, and Shen Ci responded lazily.

"what happened?"

"Can you tell my sister why you want to let him go?"

Shen Ci glanced back, only to see Shen Nanzhu's gloomy expression and complicated eyes, he couldn't help sighing.

"It's been said that you can do whatever you want. If you really want to kill him to vent your anger, it doesn't matter."

It's just that, he's just a little troublesome.

"No, my sister just wants to know what you think."

Shen Nanzhu also didn't say that he must kill Huaying.

"What do you think?"

Shen Ci's sugar-washed voice gradually dissipated in the sunlight.

The rhombus-shaped lips slowly curled up, and the familiar black figure appeared in front of his eyes.

"Who will let this world be hers in the future?"

He said from the beginning that he never discussed this matter emotionally.

He had no intention of killing Huaying to vent his anger, nor did he feel that Huaying had offended him in any way.

For Shen Ci, Hua Ying is not the sad person who killed his father, but Shen Yan's biological father.

And now Shen Yan has also received Beijiang's dowry, and the Queen's imperial decree has been issued.

Then the matter between him and the pro-North Xinjiang is basically a certainty.

If Shen Yan killed his biological father at this time, he would inevitably feel hatred in his heart.

In the future, if he and his relatives in northern Xinjiang left a hidden danger for the Mu Dynasty?
Huaying was just a servant at the beginning, and she killed Jiang Ni miserably with just a moment of hatred and evil thoughts.

Shen Yan is the future king of Northern Xinjiang, if he harbors hatred, he will be troublesome after all.

And it's still a troublesome person who doesn't know when he will come out and stab him.

If it weren't for Shen Nanzhu, Shen Ci would have firmly chosen to let Hua Ying go and give him a good death.

But there is Shen Nanzhu, the biological daughter who has a real relationship with Jiang Ni.

Shen Ci felt that his method of dealing with it only based on interests was a bit unfair to her.

I have no resentment towards Huaying, but Shen Nanzhu is different.

When he just entered Jinse Hall, he had already sensed Shen Nanzhu's killing intent.

But the killing intent quickly dissipated because of his arrival.

No, it should be said that it was suppressed.

She didn't want to kill in front of him.

Shen Ci saw it clearly.

So even though he thought that killing Huaying might leave hidden dangers, he didn't ask Shen Yinchu and Shen Nanzhu to spare his life.

But who knew that Shen Yinchu actually asked him for his opinion.

The same goes for Shen Nanzhu, insisting on asking his opinion.

Since it was all like this, he already had an opinion, so he said it outright.

But he also emphasized that it is not necessary to deal with it as he said.

If these two people must avenge Jiang Ni, he has nothing to say.

"So, you are for His Highness Xi?"

Shen Nanzhu frowned slightly.

"Uh huh, let's say it. Huaying's evil thoughts caused this disaster. If that boy Shen Yan had evil thoughts after he married, who knows what he would do."

It's not that I'm afraid of what he will do, but if he really makes trouble, it's really troublesome.

"A moment of evil thoughts. A moment of evil thoughts."

Walking on the path paved with gravel beside the Broken Ice Lake, Shen Nanzhu kept chanting what Shen Ci said just now.

On the surface of the lake, there is sparkling light, the wind blows the lake water, and the water ripples, overflowing the gravel by the lake, and seeping into the soil on the shore.

All of a sudden, Shen Nanzhu's hand holding the wheelchair was clenched tightly, and a picture flashed before her eyes, which made her heart drop suddenly, and her feet stopped abruptly.

"I rely on!"

The sudden slam brake caught Shen Ci a little off guard, and after he stabilized, he looked back at Shen Nanzhu and found that something was wrong with her.

"what happened to you?"

Shen Ci raised his eyebrows and asked.

"A moment of evil thoughts."

Shen Nanzhu's face turned pale, as if the color of her whole body had faded, she staggered back a few steps, and bumped into a tree not far from the shore.

The scene in front of her eyes was gradually illusory, and the voice in her ears became more and more blurred.

In sight, the boy seemed to get up from the wheelchair and walked towards her.

The blue dress drew an arc in the air, but the scene in front of her eyes suddenly changed to that winter rainy night.

Thunderstorm night, lightning and thunder.

The six-year-old girl, dressed in filial piety, walked through the gravel path and came to this very familiar courtyard.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the girl pushed open the door of the wing room.

The cold wind rattled the door, but the house was very quiet.

It was as if there was no one there.

However, the girl walked up to the small cradle, her black pupils were full of coldness, she stared at the baby with open eyes in the cradle.

At that time, the girl didn't think about why he opened his eyes, nor why he was so cute.

Even though there was lightning and thunder, he did not cry out.

He just looked at the girl quietly.

Watching the six-year-old girl stretch out her rain-stained right hand.

The hand was not big, but it was big enough to hold the baby's neck.

She held it up, and the five-finger clasp locked the baby's delicate neck, as if it could be cut off with a little force.

boom -
There was a burst of thunder, followed by the next flash of lightning.

The bright lightning reflected the pale filial piety of the girl, making it look even more gloomy in the dim environment.

At the same time, the flash of lightning was still reflected in the eyes of the baby Hei Lingling.

The girl who saw those eyes clearly paused for a moment.

The remaining rainwater on the sleeves slid down his knuckles and dripped onto his swaddling clothes.

The girl's hand was exerted instantly, and red marks appeared.

In the next second, the baby's cry broke through the rain curtain and was sent to the girl's ears amidst lightning and thunder.

The girl's pupils shrank suddenly, and she withdrew her slightly trembling right hand amidst the crying.

But the obvious red mark didn't dissipate just because she withdrew her hand.

Even in a dark environment, the red marks on the baby's fair and delicate skin are very obvious.

The crying sound gradually weakened, the girl's eyes trembled, she looked at her right hand, and then at the baby in the swaddle.

He looked at her with those tear-filled eyes, and there seemed to be a trace of fear mixed in his black eyes.

The girl was stared at by that gaze and suddenly stepped back a few steps until she was out of sight of the baby in the cradle.

Another flash of lightning that seemed to split the sky in half flashed across, and the girl's pale face was full of regret and fear.

what did she do?
She just... almost killed him?

The girl kept shaking her head, turned around abruptly and ran out of the wing, and then out of the yard.

She didn't have an umbrella, and she ran crazily in the rainy night in a filial piety soaked in rain.

Raindrops mixed with tears slid down her cheeks, and her heart was full of emptiness and self-blame.

what did she do?
no no that's not me
not me!
She kept mumbling in her mouth.

The girl's whole body was already wet by the torrential rain, and her body, which hadn't eaten for a day, quickly collapsed.

While running, the girl's eyes suddenly went dark, and she accidentally fell to the ground on the gravel road, and the rain splashed.

"Little Lord!"

She heard voices, but she couldn't make out who they were or hear what they were saying.

She just felt as if she was going to die.

Would it be possible to see Daddy again as long as he fell asleep?
Six-year-old she thought so.

The warm breath pushed away the rain, but it poured back in the next second, which made her very uncomfortable.

"The young master is there! I found it!"

"Little Lord!"

She felt herself being hugged, and anxious voices rang in her ears.

"The young master has a high fever, go find a doctor!"

(End of this chapter)