The vortex around Cheng Muyun is too deep, and danger is like a lurking venomous snake, never knowing when it will bare its fangs again.

Let everyone think that Xu Zhuohua is dead.

At least this way, she can truly leave this murky water and live a few peaceful days.

Chen Hede gazed out the window, his fingers clenching tightly at his side, hoping that this decision would truly protect her.

"Cheng Muyun," Chen Hede said, "there's something I think you should know."

Cheng Muyun glanced at him briefly, signaling Chen Hede to continue.

"Ten days ago, I met Xu Zhuohua. She asked me to help her kill Li Qirui, but I haven't found an opportunity yet."

Cheng Muyun suddenly frowned. Xu Zhuohua knew the truth of history and knew that Li Qirui would lead people to kill her, but she did not ask him for help.

As her husband, Cheng Muyun couldn't understand why Xu Zhuohua would surpass her.

What is the reason?

Chen Hede hesitated for a moment, but still decided to tell Cheng Muyun.

"She said she saw Li Qirui doing something indecent to Madam Cheng, and that Li Qirui wanted to kill her, but because of Madam Cheng, she didn't want to tell you, so she asked me to kill Li Qirui."

Before he could finish speaking and before Chen Hede could react, Cheng Muyun suddenly sat up.

The wounds all over his body seemed to snap like strings, all emitting sharp protests—the laceration on his shoulder brought a tearing pain, the burned skin felt like it was on fire, and even his chest felt a dull ache.

He merely frowned slightly, as if the pain were nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing against his skin.

At this moment, his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, the previous deathly stillness replaced by an almost frenzied clarity, as he stared straight at Chen Hede.

His voice was still hoarse, but it carried an undeniable resolve: "Take the person to the Cheng family ancestral hall!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he threw off the covers and got out of bed. His movements were as fast as the wind. He staggered a couple of steps but regained his balance. Before Chen Hede could help him up, his figure had already disappeared at the door of the ward.

Zhang Qi stood guard at the door of the ward and followed Cheng Muyun straight after him when he saw Cheng Muyun come out.

Cheng Muyun bent down and sat in the passenger seat, without saying a word the whole time.

The car engine roared to life, speeding towards the Cheng Clan Ancestral Hall. The street scenes outside the car window rushed past, just like his heartbeat, which was out of control, as he was gripped by hatred and obsession.