Full level Black Heart Lotus, reborn to bully scumbags every day!

This one sentence made the boy's eyes red.

Over the years, the Qingyuan Marquis Mansion has encountered too many cold eyes and too much cold treatment.

Emperor Qianwu was in his prime, and as long as he was in power, the Qingyuan Marquisate would have a hard time.

Zhao Baokun's throat tightened and he choked up: "But before, when grandma invited you to her house and gave you gifts, you always..."

Shen Shuyi looked at him and asked softly, "What about me?"

Zhao Baokun was silent for a while, then slowly said, "Grandmother invited you to her house, but you refused to see her. Grandmother sent you something, but you threw it away. Even when you were in the Jade Buddha Temple for a few years, you ignored her when she sent someone to visit you..."

"Do you know how sad my grandmother is? But because she was afraid that the Qingyuan Marquis' Mansion would implicate you, she didn't dare to make a big fuss. Instead, she kept making excuses for you, saying that you had your own difficulties."

Shen Shuyi was in a trance for a moment, and when he thought of his grandmother, his eyes softened.

"My cousin, you know that my brother and I are living in the mansion. We are not living under someone else's roof, but we are not far from it. I have never received any news of my grandmother inviting me. As for the gifts my grandmother gave me, no matter how much they are worth, I treasure them very much. There is no reason for me to throw them away."

"Besides, I don't know how I managed to survive these few years in the Jade Buddha Temple, so how could I let my grandmother down..."

Zhao Baokun was stunned for a few seconds, his eyes fell on his cousin who was much smaller than him.

The girl's face was pale, clean and cold, like a quietly blooming celadon flower. At this moment, her eyes were drifting away, as if she was recalling everything that happened over the years, with a bit of nonchalant sarcasm.

Zhao Baokun just felt that if it wasn't for explaining to him, she wouldn't even bother to mention those past events. No matter how bitter or painful it was, it wouldn't cause even a ripple for her.

"So, it's Qin..."

Zhao Baokun reacted, his eyes reddened, and he suddenly realized that he had misunderstood his cousin all these years.

It was already difficult for her to live in the Shen Mansion, and she had to endure even more torture by Qin over the years, so she actually never received any of the care from her grandmother!

"Sorry, I……"

Zhao Baokun tried to say something, only to feel ashamed of his prejudice and misunderstanding over the years.

He really didn't expect that Qin had reached the point where she could cover the sky with one hand in the Shen Mansion.

Shen Shuyi retracted her gaze and smiled at him: "There's nothing to be sorry about. You're not the one who made the mistake."

Zhao Baokun was speechless for a long time, and felt even more heartbroken.

Shen Shuyi had just helped him and his sister out of trouble, but he still had a grudge. He didn't expect...

"Go back and tell grandma that I will find a chance to visit her in the future." Shen Shuyi said in a gentle voice.

Shen Shuyi knew clearly that her father and grandmother did not want her to have any contact with her grandmother's family. Her grandmother's kindness was rejected, which was certainly due to Qin's handiwork, but Shen Jingchuan and Old Madam Shen must have known the truth as well.

But she couldn't watch the Qingyuan Marquis Mansion repeat the mistakes of her previous life, and she couldn't let the Qingyuan Marquis Mansion continue to decline like this.

Therefore, we must always find an opportunity to break the deadlock!

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As soon as Shen Shuyi finished speaking, a group of soldiers drove in from Chongde Gate.

Although there were not many people, they could see the billowing dust and murderous aura from a distance, and the people's discussions involuntarily became quieter.

Not long after, everyone saw a team of armored soldiers leading the way. Under the scorching sun, silver light flickered. Nearly a hundred of them all had stern expressions, with long swords on their waists, looking very mighty.

After that, there came a team of heavily armored cavalry. When the cavalry passed by, the earth shook and the mountains trembled. The originally prosperous capital city suddenly became solemn and cold.

At the end of the iron cavalry, four thousand households rode on tall horses, holding up a large red and gold flag with their powerful arms. On the flag was a murderous gold-plated embroidery with dragon patterns, embroidered into a majestic "Qian" character.

This is the flag of the Daqian Dynasty and also a war flag.

Whenever we go to war, this battle flag represents Daqian!

Behind the thousand households were several centurions, each holding a banner with a blue background and gold edges. The banner fluttered in the wind, and was embroidered with auspicious clouds and golden patterns. In the middle was the imposing word "wolf"!

This is the symbol of the Gray Wolf King. The army led by the Gray Wolf King is also called the Tiger Power Army. It takes the word "威" from the title of his father, the mighty general, and uses the word "虎" to echo the wolf. Hundreds of tigers obey his orders, highlighting the dignity of the Wolf King.

Then, what came into view was a sturdy and tall black horse, with a long neck, smooth lines, and tight muscles. Its fur was as black as black jade, and its eyes were as cold as frost, as if it was a sharp sword that split the day!

But even so, he was still unusually obedient in front of his master, and walked slowly and patiently on the main road.

Until this moment, the crowd was boiling again.

I don't know who started it, but they broke the originally solemn and oppressive atmosphere and shouted loudly: "The Wolf King! The Wolf King is mighty! The Tiger Army is mighty!"

"The Wolf King! The Wolf King!!!"

"The Wolf King will surely win! Welcome the Wolf King back to the capital!"

Someone took the lead, and the people came back to their senses from the shock they had before, and all shouted loudly.

For a moment, the crowd was excited, some threw flowers, some threw handkerchiefs.

The Huwei Army, which had just returned from a victorious battle, was almost overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the people.

Shen Shuyi raised his eyes and looked at the man on horseback. He was wearing red-gold armor, and he was tall, straight and slender. Under his strong and powerful long legs, his black brocade boots were firmly on the stirrups.

Broad shoulders, thin waist, narrow hips, perfect and smooth muscle lines and body proportions made Shen Shuyi raise his eyebrows.

Compared to the deputy general behind him who was also riding a horse but was burly, carrying an axe and a hammer, with scars all over his face, a beard, and a ferocious look, he was really too young and handsome.

He is so young that it is hard to associate him with the notorious Wolf King.

But Shen Shuyi knew that he was undoubtedly the Canglang King. According to the time when he was taken hostage into the State of Chen, he was only eighteen now.

Most people didn't dare to look directly at him, but Shen Shuyi couldn't help but look at him.

But to her disappointment, the man was wearing a golden mask that covered the upper half of his face. But even so, Shen Shuyi could see his jade-like complexion and the bright red, cold thin lips beneath the mask.

Looking more closely, he had a stern face with clear features, and his eyes were as black as ink, like cold stars, cold and sharp.

He is obviously the youngest among all the people, but his aura is so strong that all the brave generals and veterans with great military achievements and countless killings behind him are willing to submit to him.

Shen Shuyi couldn't see his expression, but when her eyes fell on him, she could clearly feel his cold and stern eyes sweeping in her direction.

Shen Shuyi's heart tightened. She felt as if a cold and sharp sword was across her neck, or as if several iron chains were tightly strangling her throat, and her life was hanging by a thread.

Fortunately, that gaze moved away.

Shen Shuyi breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, and felt the terrifying aura pressing on him slowly dissipate.

It seems that in front of him, all false thoughts, evil thoughts, and fanciful ideas are not dared to arise.