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

Usually when he was in Hanfu with such an air, the servants around him, even his wife and several sons and daughters, would bow their heads and dare not look directly at him because of his power.

But in this eldest son's courtyard, which he hadn't paid attention to since he could remember, not only were there only a few maidservants and a entourage around him, but they seemed to be unable to see his existence, and their gazes did not fluctuate to him. Nor dodge.

He frowned, and the lingering scent from the tip of his nose finally made him give up and leave, walking behind the curtain.

Qun Qing took a half step forward vigilantly, and stood sideways in front of Han Yinyu, but was blocked by Han Yinyu behind him:

"Qunqing, step back."

The young man looked at the father and son without letting go, but in the end he obediently obeyed and retreated.

Han Xingchuan sat with his robe lifted, but his gaze kept on the incense burner on the table, he didn't even want to look at Han Yinyu.

For the first time in many years, the father and son sat so close, but no matter whether it was Han Xingchuan or Han Yinyu, they seemed to regard each other as air, and even looked stingy.

Han Yinyu clearly followed her mother in appearance, but the two of them sat facing each other. If someone was around, one would find that the aura between the father and son was almost close to each other. With just one glance, one could recognize that they were father and son. There will never be a point of admitting mistakes.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that there is still a difference between the two.

Han Xingchuan has been in a high position for many years, and his whole body has his own power. His eyebrows—except for the wound he was beaten just now—are mostly frowns and fine lines left by Shi Wei. There is a bit of uncontrollable disgust and coldness.

Han Yinyu is different, the smile on his face is quite similar to that of Hanxing Chuan Shangchao when he dealt with other officials' families in normal times, but there is a little less condescending sarcasm, and a little more unpredictable and flattering.

Until the incense powder in the incense burner was half burnt, neither of them said a word, even though the smoke was enveloping their bodies, it was as silent as a needle falling and they could hear clearly.

In the end, Han Xingchuan was the first to lose his temper. In the end, the hatred in his heart was burning like a fire, which made him lose his patience:

"You really don't look like your mother at all."

Others were amazed that Han Xingchuan had perfectly inherited his mother's beauty. If he wasn't a man, he would have been carved out of a shell, so resembling that it was even confusing.

Only his biological father, who said the most to him since he was a child, was "You are nothing like your mother".

——Yes, others thought that Han Xingchuan hated him so much because he was afraid of touching the scene, or because he thought he killed his mother.

But only Han Yinyu knows that Han Xingchuan hates him because he is too much like him, precocious since childhood, tolerant, proud, likes to stay out of things, superior, has a strong desire to control everything, ruthless, indifferent, cruel beyond belief .

Seeing him, Han Xingchuan was like looking in a mirror, and all he saw was a miniature version of himself, and he realized more and more painfully why his mother would rather die by drinking poison than stay by his side Live well.

——Of course, now Han Xingchuan should think that he was really responsible for his mother's death.

Han Yinyu smiled:

"The son is indeed not like his mother, but he is also not like his father. He was hated by his mother until his death. Even if he died, he didn't want to be buried with his father. The son imagined that if time really had a hell, on the bridge of Naihe, the mother would definitely I can't wait to be reincarnated, I don't want to wait for my father to go with me."

It is said that the closest relatives know how to hurt others best.

Han Xingchuan raised his head for a moment, glaring at his son:

"Nizi! Your mother signed a marriage contract with me, worshiped heaven and earth, and tied the marriage thread before the three-life tree. Even if she goes to the underworld, she can only wait for me to reincarnate together!"

Han Yinyu chuckled, and looked into her biological father's eyes without hesitation, her pupils were full of sarcasm:

"Really? Gods and Buddhas would actually bless such a marriage that is deceitful from beginning to end? I'm afraid that the Bodhisattva heard what my father said in heaven, and would throw willow branches several times a day, saying bad luck."

Before Han Xingchuan had time to retort angrily, Han Yinyu raised his jaw slightly, smiled at Han Xingchuan:

"But my father did not guess wrong. My mother left me some things. The letter my father saw today is one of them. There are a few things left by my mother here with my son. If my father is curious, why don't I approach them some to see?"

He was holding a delicate sandalwood box in his arms, and he was about to open it, as if there was really something hidden in it.

When Mrs. Han committed suicide by taking poison, she thought that what she drank was an abortion pill. When she didn't want this child at all, how could she leave something for the child in her womb that she thought would surely die?

It's a pity that Han Xingchuan was shaken by the truth that was hidden back then, and then he was ridiculed by Han Yinyu's heart-pricking sarcasm. After all, he lost his mind and was attracted by the desire to know what his beloved left behind. Suspicious, he even got up impatiently and walked over.

But when he leaned over to look into the box in Han Xingchuan's arms, he saw several small incense burners of different shapes in the box, more like a box specially placed for incense burners on weekdays. Human relics?

Just when he frowned in doubt and turned his head to question Han Yinyu, he suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen, and his body curled up and trembled uncontrollably for a moment, and fell straight in the direction of the eldest son.

Holding the dagger in Han Yinyu's hand, he inserted it deeply into Han Xingchuan's abdomen, the blade mercilessly submerged in, and let the blood gushing out, staining his white jade-like palm red.

When Han Xingchuan opened his mouth, blood overflowed from his lips, he could only subconsciously struggle with holding Han Yinyu's knife-holding hand with one hand, and trembling with the other finger pointing in the direction of Han Yinyu, he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Han Yinyu remained expressionless, and answered his unspoken doubts:

"Mother did leave something for her son, but it's a pity that it's not an object, just a heart that also hates you to the bone, my good father."

"Don't worry, after you die, your son will never let you have a chance to be buried with your mother in the coffin. I don't know if the gods and Buddhas will bless your son, but I can send you to see the gods and Buddhas right now."

Han Xingchuan was like a prey pierced by arrow feathers. The loss of blood and temperature made his whole body tremble and chill, and he couldn't even see clearly.

In a trance, Han Yinyu's face that resembled his mother's face was reflected in Han Xingchuan's eyes at this moment, and it was almost the same as his sweetheart when he was young.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch that face, and murmured:

"Shang'er..."

The next moment, Han Yinyu poked the dagger in his hand expressionlessly, twisted the dagger mercilessly, and smashed the internal organs of his biological father.