Madam Meng said angrily, "Your cousin is a vixen. Who knows if she seduced my son? She seduced my son so much that he wanted to marry her. It was hard to give up the idea. But she became unhappy again. As soon as she saw my son, she acted like a demon again and seduced my son into that dilapidated temple. Who knows if it was her...ah!"
"You dare to say it again?! You dare to say it again?!" Chen Qingxuan's eyes were full of fire. He casually pulled out the sword from Kong Wenmin's waist and put it across Mrs. Meng's neck. He stared and panted, "Don't you want to know clearly? Okay, I'll send you to see your son! Let him explain it to you clearly!"
"Chen Qingxuan!"
For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in the hall. Zhong Mingwei, Pang Yi, Fang Zuotang and Kong Wenmin all became nervous, especially Kong Wenmin who was closest to him. He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and whispered to Chen Qingxuan: "Chen Qingxuan, you are Miss Gu's cousin. Your cousin is being bullied. It is right for you to stand up for your cousin. But if something goes wrong again, how are you going to let Grandma Chen live?"
Yes. It was New Year's Eve, a time for families to reunite. Her beloved grandson and granddaughter both had blood on their hands. How could Grandma Chen go on living like this?
Chen Qingxuan held the hilt tightly with both hands, and his whole body was shaking violently. The long sword also trembled with his movements, and a blood mark slid down Mrs. Meng's neck. Chen Qingxuan looked at the blood mark, and suddenly his eyes opened wider. The next second, there was a "click" sound, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground. Chen Qingxuan's body also softened, and he was about to fall backwards. Fortunately, Kong Wenmin was quick-witted and quickly reached out to catch it.
"Chen Qingxuan! Chen Qingxuan!" Kong Wenmin shook the person in his arms twice, but there was no response. He was immediately frightened and hurriedly put his finger under Chen Qingxuan's nose. As soon as he felt the warm breath, he breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up Chen Qingxuan horizontally and said to Zuo Tang, "Sir, Mr. Chen might be stimulated. I will take him to rest first."
"Go ahead." Fang Zuotang nodded hurriedly.
Kong Wenmin was about to walk out with Chen Qingxuan in his arms, but Mr. Meng suddenly got up from the ground and blocked their way, shouting angrily, "He almost killed the child's mother! You want to take him away now! This is simply lawless!"
"Get out of the way." Kong Wenmin looked coldly at Mr. Meng in front of him.
"I won't give in!" Mr. Meng simply fell to the ground with a thud, hugging Kong Wenmin's legs tightly, and said, "I can see that the prefect is in cahoots with you. It looks like my son died in vain, but it's fine for others, but you don't even think about who I, Meng Yukun, am! My brother is a third-rank official in the Ministry of Rites!"
"Guanglu Temple Minister? Is that so great?" Pang Yi said coldly, as he walked over, took off a waist badge from his waist and handed it to Mr. Meng, saying coldly, "Since we want to compare who is higher and who is lower, then let's do it today."
Mr. Meng looked at the words on the waist badge and was immediately speechless. When he spoke again, he couldn't speak clearly: "This... is this the waist badge of Prince An's Mansion?"
The official rank of the third-rank Guanglu Temple Minister is not low, but it is really not worth mentioning in front of the dignified prince.
"Kong Wenmin, please send Mr. Chen downstairs to rest." Pang Yi ignored him and said to Kong Wenmin while taking back his badge.
"Yes, I obey your command." Mr. Meng's hand had already loosened, and Kong Wenmin immediately carried Chen Qingxuan out.
"But even if the prince comes forward, would my son's death be in vain?" Mr. Meng muttered as he sat on the ground.
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