The sudden loss of their son left Mr. and Mrs. Chen deeply depressed, and they didn't eat or drink anything for an entire day.
That night, just as Mr. and Mrs. Chen were getting into a drowsy state and were about to go to bed, a dark figure suddenly appeared at the door.
The elderly couple thought they were hallucinating and hadn't figured out what was going on when the dark figure suddenly walked in.
Chen's mother was timid, and when she saw someone barge in, she plopped down on a chair.
Chen's father, however, mustered the courage to ask, "Who are you? What are you doing in our house? What do you want?"
Without saying a word, the man threw down a bag of silver.
"Keep your mouths shut. Don't ask what you shouldn't ask or say what you shouldn't say. Keep the money, but if you cause any trouble, I'll send you to join your sons!"
After saying that, the man turned and left.
The elderly couple waited tremblingly for half an hour before they came to their senses.
Then look at the bag of silver on the table; it is indeed quite heavy.
"My dear wife, our eldest son risked his life to ensure our family's safety. I don't know what he did, but they're giving us so much money."
As soon as Chen's mother finished asking the question, Chen's father quickly reached out and covered her mouth with his hand.
"Old woman, what's wrong with you? Didn't you hear what that man said? Don't say what you shouldn't say, don't ask what you shouldn't ask. How could you forget that now? Put the money away and act like nothing happened."
Startled by Mr. Chen's actions, Mrs. Chen reached out and pulled his hand aside before taking a few deep breaths.
"I didn't know that. It's just the two of us in the house, so of course I wouldn't tell outsiders, but we can't even tell our own family, can we?"
Thinking of Chen Quan's untimely death, Chen's mother's tears began to fall again.
Mr. Chen felt a pang of sadness, but he still tried to remain calm and comforted his family: "We can't tell our own people. Let's just pretend that what happened today never happened, or we'll all die."
"I understand. I'll just pretend I never had this eldest son!"
After finishing her sentence, Chen's mother stood up and extinguished the oil lamp on the table...
As Fu Junheng was thinking about Mu Chenshuang, a white carrier pigeon landed in front of the window.
Upon seeing the pigeon, Fu Junheng's face immediately lit up with a smile.
Slowly approaching the pigeon, Fu Junheng took down the note and began to read it carefully.
Mu Chenshuang's handwriting is still so elegant, her delicate small regular script is so beautiful it's hard to keep your eyes open.
However, the contents of his heart added a sense of heaviness to Fu Junheng's heart.
I knew Feng Mo Ran would make a move, but I didn't expect her to act so soon. She has already brought down the Prime Minister. Next, Feng Mo Ran will definitely deal with the Marquis of Jingbian.
Fu Junheng was worried about Mu Chenshuang's safety, so he picked up a brush to write a reply, but after writing two words, he crumpled the paper into a ball.
The current situation is beyond their control; they can only wait and see. If they act prematurely, it could bring great harm to the Marquis of Jingbian's mansion.
"You must stay calm, Mu Chenshuang. I believe you think the same way I do."
After muttering to himself, Fu Junheng sat down in the chair with a frown.
Although I have everything planned and executed, it will still take some time before I can smoothly take that chair.
But can Mu Chenshuang wait that long?
Then, the image of Mu Chenshuang flashed through Fu Junheng's mind.
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