After wearing the book, he was favored by the villains in line

Han Yinyu watched this scene, but felt it was ridiculous and ironic.

From the few words after the two met, Han Yinyu figured out the ins and outs of the matter as expected.

After Lou Rongrong put down the teacup, she pressed two fingers along the table and slid towards him the copied letter, which finally verified the conjecture in his heart.

Seeing Han Yinyu looking at the letter in his hand, Qunqing on the side didn't look away for a while, and couldn't help but feel concerned. He quickly took the letter paper from his hand, read the letter at a glance, and his eyes turned cold in an instant.

If Han Xingchuan hadn't come here today, the two of them might still have doubts whether this was a deceit deliberately fabricated by Lou Rongrong in order to avenge Han Yinyu.

But seeing that Han Xingchuan, who had always been regarded as a model of the aristocratic family, was so rude and angry, there was no reason to doubt the authenticity of this information.

Mrs. Han's death was actually the result of the joint efforts of two men who claimed to love her the most. It was like pushing her to the edge of despair step by step, pushing her into the abyss with his hands.

Han Yinyu watched the two old men in front of him wrestle into a ball regardless of their appearance, roaring as if venting their anger, without the slightest demeanor of aristocratic family, just like a gangster seeking revenge on the street.

For a moment, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his lips, revealing a mocking arc:

"The princess specially directed such a wonderful show in front of Han, so she didn't mean to watch Han joke?"

Lou Rongrong smiled slightly, got up and dusted off the dust that didn't exist at the corner of her clothes, walked around behind Han Yinyu, and said:

"Mr. Han, don't worry, Rongrong doesn't like to expose people's ugliness. It's just a coincidence. I knew about it by accident, so I came to sell Mr. Han as a favor."

Favor?

Qun Qing beside Han Yinyu was almost laughed at by her.

Bring together the father who hates her own background and the enemy who killed her mother, let them fight and fight, losing face, who would use this kind of thing to sell favors?

If this is the case, then either the person who wants to sell favors is crazy, or the person who is sold is sick, right?

When he was filled with righteous indignation, he didn't notice that Lou Rongrong leaned forward slightly while speaking, and thrust a sharp dagger into Han Yinyu's hand in a corner he couldn't see.

Her smile is like a flower, and her breath is as gentle as silk, but the words she speaks are like deadly poison, making people shudder:

"Mr. Han, this opportunity is rare, so don't miss it."

Han Yinyu never refused, she put the dagger in her sleeve quite smoothly, and said with a smile:

"The princess is really good at calculating."

These words were clearly a compliment, but also seemed to be self-deprecating, and even Qunqing somehow heard a terrific killing intent of determination from it.

He thought that the murderous intent was aimed at Lou Rongrong, but he watched the instigator of all this smile slightly, and didn't even respond to Han Yinyu's exclamation. He just turned around calmly with his sleeves in his arms, and walked down the stairs step by step with his skirt up.

Just like this, passing by two old men who were fighting irrationally, Jiang Yu, who covered his face with black iron, left Han Mansion.

From the beginning to the end, Lou Rongrong didn't even take a second look at these two people. Even though she caused the farce, she never watched a minute or a second of the scene.

For a moment, Qunqing even had a ridiculous thought:

It seemed that the other party really had no interest in watching the opponent's jokes, and even had a distaste and contempt for these two people, which was no less than that of his son, the real victim, and even a glance made his eyes dirty.

Probably Lou Rongrong's departure finally made Han Xingchuan realize the incongruity of his situation.

Or maybe it was because Feng Siyuan's body had been tortured by poison and illness for a long time, and under his violent beatings aimed at the vitals, he had already breathed in too much and exhausted less, and could not even move, so he could no longer insult and provoke him .

In short, Han Xingchuan finally regained some sanity, and stood up from the ground unsteadily, with wounds on the corners of his eyes and brows.

He glanced left and right, and then seemed to realize that this was his eldest son's courtyard, and cast an emotionless glance at Hanyinyu behind the Accord veil.

Not even half a second later, he withdrew his gaze, turned his head, and without saying a word grabbed Feng Siyuan, who was dying on the ground, by the back collar, and walked out of the courtyard with deep kicks and shallow kicks, not even a word of concern or even a word. Even the questions are stingy.

This is his father, his biological father who has the same blood as himself.

For a moment, Han Yinyu even wanted to laugh, but her lips couldn't move up, only showing a wry smile that had been rare for decades.

Qunqing's gaze turned between the two worriedly, thinking that his young master would keep a tacit distance from his biological father as before, and when he felt like a stranger, Han Yinyu suddenly said to Han Xingchuan:

"Don't father want to know how his son found out the truth back then?"

Qun Qing was taken aback for a moment, and raised her eyes to look at her son's expression, quite unexpected.

Obviously it was the princess from Daqing who found out about this matter, why in the blink of an eye, it became the truth that he found out in his son's mouth?

But he didn't know that with just a few words, the two people who were wise and close to monsters since childhood had already completed a deal tacitly.

When Lou Rongrong delivered the letter to Han Xingchuan's desk, he used the name of Hanyinyu, otherwise Hanxingchuan would not have come to Hanyinyu's courtyard to look for someone immediately.

But now Han Yinyu pushed the boat with the water, accepted this "favor" unceremoniously, and put the matter on his own head as soon as he opened his mouth, so as to attract Han Xingchuan's attention.

As expected, Han Xingchuan, who had never said a word to Han Yinyu, stopped for a while after hearing the words, turned his back to Ya Ge, and fell silent for a while, as if he was weighing and thinking about the ins and outs of this matter.

But Han Yinyu could see at a glance that this man, who has always stood at the apex of power and was used to manipulating the fate of others, was not weighing the pros and cons at all, but had no interest in asking, and was waiting for the "subordinate" himself Just explain everything.

He smiled mockingly, but he was not in a hurry, and even took the incense box with great interest, flattened the incense ash, lit the incense sticks, pressed on the gold-plated lotus incense burner cover, and watched the incense mist pouring down like flowing clouds.

The fragrance spread to Han Xingchuan's side, the man finally reacted, turned around and threw Feng Siyuan aside, looked straight at the Accord curtain shrouded in clouds and mist, and pursed his lips:

"This is your mother's favorite incense when she was alive. Your mother... What did you leave for you?"

Han Yinyu was unmoved, and still didn't say a word, just picked up the scroll in front of her, as if she had made up her mind to ignore the existence of Han Xingchuan.

In this way, when the offensive and defensive changes, the one who should not sit still became Han Xingchuan.

The old man scanned the entire courtyard of the eldest son critically and condescendingly, trying to find evidence that everything was under his control.