But I am so petty.
Yesterday...
I even had the idea of destroying the scroll and leaving you in that place for the rest of your life.
Am I being too vicious?"
Ying Wuji gently wiped the tears from her eyes: "No one is perfect. If I am considered a bad person just because I have a few dark thoughts, I would have been killed several times.
Your mother is indeed willing to help Luo Xiang, but she cannot be without resentment in her heart, otherwise your obsession would not be so deep-rooted.
Although Luo Xiang has good intentions, his stubborn attitude makes him unqualified as a father.
Just like me.
Although I really want to be good to you.
But in order to prevent you from leaving me, I resorted to some unspeakable means.
The key is...
Are you willing to forgive?
Hua Chao's eyes were blank for a moment, and he quickly said, "Of course I am willing to forgive you!"
Ying Wuji couldn't help but raise his lips slightly: "You are so nice, why do you think that your little willfulness is not worthy of forgiveness?"
It was at this time.
The carriage stopped.
Stopped at the back door of the prime minister's residence.
Under Ying Wuji's encouraging gaze, Hua Chao leaned out of the carriage.
In front of the door.
A gray-haired old man has been waiting for a long time.
When he saw Hua Chao getting off the car, he suddenly looked nervous and his first reaction was to run away.
But he grabbed the door frame tightly and suppressed the thought.
Tears streamed down his face, his voice trembled, but he still pretended to be calm: "Here I come!"
Hua Chao walked slowly, cupped his hands, and bowed deeply: "Greetings, father!"
…
North of the city.
A secluded yard.
Ji Dong looked at all the information passed on by his subordinates and finally figured out the inner context of the matter.
He let out a long breath: "Lao Bai, Qing Yi, you two are so scheming!"
This time he believed that he was in control of the overall situation and could kill Ying Wuji no matter what.
But I never expected that I would end up in complete defeat.
Not only did Ying Wuji escape safely.
He himself did not even master the art of painting.
Not to mention the law of reincarnation.
Nangong Yan got out from under the desk, wiped the corners of her mouth, and gently comforted: "Don't be angry, Your Majesty. Victory and defeat are common in the military. We can try again next time!"
There was no trace of frustration in Ji Dong's smile: "Of course!"
Nangong Yan smiled and said, "Then shall I continue?"
After saying that, he was ready to crawl under the desk again.
Ji Dong stopped her, "No need! You can start the next move now!"
"yes!"
Nangong Yan quickly tidied up his clothes and quickly activated her Qi projection.
Next step.
Ji Dong has to plan a careful way for Luo Yan to die.
And...the way Zhao Ning fell from grace.
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