Chapter 682 Execution (3)

Chen Ruoqiu glanced at Chang Zaiqing, sneered, then thought of something and his eyes became desperate.

She lied to Shen Yue about whether they had a chance to survive this time. They were afraid they would not make it out alive.

No one understood Shen Wan's expression better than Chen Ruoqiu. If there had been a glimmer of hope, Shen Wan wouldn't have reacted this way. He sat there coldly, somewhat numbly, as if nothing mattered to him. Whether it was the Shen family becoming a laughingstock in Dingjing, the fight between Madam Shen and Chang Zaiqing, or Chang Zaiqing's miscarriage, Shen Wan remained expressionless. Shen Wan was already despairing.

Even Shen Wan was in despair, so there was no reason for Chen Ruoqiu to have any other hope.

But when she finally knew the outcome, Chen Ruoqiu didn't find it as unacceptable as she'd thought. Perhaps it was because she'd already seen the fickleness of human nature during the previous lawsuit between the Chen and Shen families, or perhaps it was because she'd been deeply scarred by Shen Wan's divorce. Now, she was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and seeing Chang Zaiqing end up like this, she didn't care.

We're all going to die together, right? In the grave, we'll be a family again, Chen Ruoqiu thought.

"Third brother," someone broke the silence first. It was Shen Gui. He asked, "Do you feel like something bad has happened to our Shen family in recent years? When Dad was around, there weren't so many things going on."

Ever since Chen Gui was found to have damaged his reproductive organs, he had been living in a daze every day. Now that he was awake for once, no matter whether it was true or false, he finally asked a serious question.

Shen Wan glanced at him, his tone unable to discern joy or anger, and said: “Is it when Dad is here, or when Shen Xin is here.”

Shen Gui was speechless. Indeed, to say that it was General Shen who was here wasn't entirely accurate. To be precise, the Shen family's decline began when the eldest branch of the family split off. In truth, their careers had already been somewhat sluggish when Shen Xin returned to the capital two years ago. However, back then, the Shen family hadn't yet split off, and their colleagues in the officialdom had to flatter them for Shen Xin's sake. After Shen Xin left the capital, those people had no scruples, and the Shen family, in fact, was declining day by day. Although he hated to admit it, it was true. Without Shen Xin, the Shen family was like any other official family in Dingjing—nothing special.

But what Shen Wan meant by this was not what it seemed.

Shen Gui asked hesitantly, "Are you saying that someone is plotting against our Shen family behind our backs? Were we also plotted against this time?"

Shen Wan smiled strangely, but he didn't know what he was laughing at.

"Could it be... that Shen Xin is behind this?" Shen Gui suddenly realized.

Chen Ruoqiu, who had been sitting quietly, spoke up at this moment. She said, "That little bitch Shen Miao, born to Luo Xueyan, is very evil. Haven't you noticed that anyone who gets involved with Shen Miao will end up in a bad situation for some unknown reason."

Shen Wan and Shen Gui simultaneously glanced at Chen Ruoqiu. Chen Ruoqiu seemed not to notice their gazes and continued, "First it was Shen Qing and Shen Yuan from the Second House, and now it's the Third House's turn. Back then, Second Sister-in-law didn't get away with it either. Thinking about it carefully, if we're to say when the Shen Mansion's frequent incidents began, it's more accurate to say it was when her temperament changed drastically."

People are strange, their minds are always changing. In the past, in the eyes of Shen Wan and Shen Gui, Shen Miao was at most a little clever, but not that capable. But now that she has fallen into such a state, listening to Chen Ruoqiu's story, it is actually true. Take Princess Ming An a few days ago for example. Didn't she also die inexplicably after forming a feud with Shen Miao, and the reason has not been found to this day.