The woman is not very virtuous, and the handsome man touches her hard

The Second Young Master is dead!!

When Lin Yanhui brought back Lin Xirong's body, everyone in the Lin family couldn't believe it.

Manyue and Shiyue cried around the corpse.

No matter how disappointing the second young master was, he was extremely good to the two of them.

But seeing the taciturn young master, the two dared not ask anything.

That night, the Lin Mansion was brightly lit, and the servants quietly followed the housekeeper's instructions, taking lanterns and hanging white banners.

Su Yanhuan rushed into Yunyin Pavilion in a hurry, but found no one.

Later, I went to Lin Xirong's Xuemanxuan and finally found Lin Yanhui.

"Brother, I heard that Lin Xirong is dead! Was he killed by my eldest sister?"

Lin Yanhui was still wearing the bloodstained green robe, staring at Su Yanhuan with sharp eyes: "You were not in the mansion when I came back. Where did you go?"

"Of course I'm going back to the Su Mansion to see my aunt."

"The Su family has incurred the emperor's dislike. Many of the Shengjing noble families are avoiding the Su Mansion. What are you going back for at this time?!"

"They are them. Can't I go back to the Su family? Can't I see my father and aunt?!"

Su Yanhuan pursed her lips slightly, with a hint of panic in her eyes.

The room still had those paintings of Lin Xirong hanging on the wall, depicting kisses under veils, entanglements in bathtubs, stroking ears at a stone table, and making love on a swing bed...

There are piles of notebooks on the desk.

Lin Yanhui didn't even look at those things. His eyes were only on the water cup on the table, and his tone was heavy.

"You drugged my brother. Did your mother or your brother teach you that?!"

“They didn’t teach me!”

"They didn't teach you. So, you wanted to do this on your own?"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Su Yanhuan's chest rose and fell rapidly as she pressed on, "I just want to know how my husband died? Was it my eldest sister who killed him? Why is Big Brother questioning me instead of going to arrest my eldest sister?"

Lin Yanhui glanced at her with indifferent eyes.

"You drugged her, so how can you be sure that Lin Xirong will go find your elder sister?"

Su Yanhuan's eyes were filled with jealousy. "Brother, you see this room full of paintings, and you don't know what he's thinking? He can't find relief and has lost his mind. Who else can he turn to if not Su Qianou?"

"So the drug in this kettle can cause a person's rationality to snap and make them manic and impulsive, right?"

Lin Yanhui's gaze was cold.

"I've carefully taught my younger brother since he was young. He knows the etiquette of a gentleman and has been a clean-handed person for eighteen years, never having been the subject of any gossip or rumors. I've always told him to be strict with himself, to be demanding and self-disciplined, and to uphold his moral integrity."

"He was in love with the princess and locked himself in his room all day long to paint. He never had any romantic affairs, nor did he indulge in them casually."

"This is the first time our brothers have blushed since the princess and I got together."

"He would be angry, envious, and jealous... but he would never kidnap the princess. He must have been influenced by something! It wasn't until now... that I found the reason!"

Lin Yanhui stood up from behind the table and chair, "So it's you—"

Only then did Su Yanhuan see that he was holding a long sword in his hand.

The door behind me was slammed shut!

Su Yanhuan subconsciously stepped back, her body shaking uncontrollably. An indescribable fear gripped her mind.

"Brother, what are you going to do?"

In the candlelight, a tall and handsome man, his green clothes stained with blood, drew his sword.

He then swung the scabbard and it fell to the ground.

Lu Zhou outside the door heard a shrill scream from inside, and then the sound gradually became weaker.

inside the room.

Lin Yanhui's hands were stained with blood, and he twisted the sword that was inserted into Su Yanhuan's chest.

"Aren't you asking me how my brother died?"

A gentle breeze blew against the jade trees. The bright and elegant man seemed to have dropped his disguise, a sickly and paranoid light flashing between his eyebrows. "He wasn't killed by his wounds. I was the one who did it! I pulled out the gun and plunged it into his heart."

Su Yanhuan's pupils widened, his face full of disbelief!

How can this be? !

After she married into the Lin family, she had long heard from the servants how good Lin Yanhui was to his younger brother.

This doesn't make any sense at all.

"why?"

"He should never hurt the princess. This has touched my bottom line!"

Lin Yanhui's eyes turned red, showing signs of a high-class beauty possessed by a demon.

"It was only after I came back that I realized you drugged his water! Hehehe, hahahahaha..., well, well! I'll kill my brother myself, no one else will have a chance!"

Su Yanhuan was just extremely shocked.

To what extent are these men obsessed with Su Qianou?

Is Su Qianou really that good?

Why do so many men like her!!!

Is it really because of her noble fate that all the good men in the world should fall into her arms?

Su Yanhuan screamed in his heart: Mom, I can't accept this! You must kill Su Qianou and avenge me!

In the end, she couldn't utter a word and her pupils gradually dilated.

The paranoia in Lin Yanhui's eyes subsided, and he once again returned to his cold and self-possessed look, as if he were in the moonlight and mist.

"Lu Zhou, declare to the public that the second wife of the Su family is deeply in love, suffered a blow, and followed the second young master!"

"Yes.

It seemed like a clear and serious children's voice was ringing repeatedly.

"Brother, you are the only one for me from now on."

"As long as it's something that brother likes, Rong'er will give it all to you when I grow up! Rong'er will definitely not fight with brother for things..."

"Brother, you raised me, and I will return my life to you in the future..."

Lin Yanhui staggered back to Yunyin Pavilion and closed the door.

In the darkness, tears silently slid down his handsome face.

……

Shengjing, suburbs.

Su Qianou asked Ji Cangbo and Jian Yulou.

"Have you two eaten yet?"

"I've been worried about the princess's safety. I didn't feel hungry before, but now I am indeed a little hungry."

Ji Cangbo was dressed in black brocade. He lifted up his robe and squeezed in between Zhuang Yumian and Su Qianou.

His body is much wider than other men, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The lines of his back make him look extremely tall and majestic, and his arms are also bulging with muscles.

The squeeze caused Zhuang Yumian to fall directly to the ground.

Ji Cangbo seemed unaware that he had pushed Zhuang Yumian down, and was still talking to Su Qianou:

"After I heard the news that the princess had been kidnapped, I selected the best scouts in the army to look for clues. We first checked every restaurant, store, and villa in Shengjing, which took up a lot of time..."

"Really? That was really hard work."

Su Qianou smiled and wanted to put her arms around his waist. When she touched his lower back, Ji Cangbo's Adam's apple rolled twice.

Su Qianou simply put her hand on his lower back and drew circles, then turned her head to look at Jian Yulou.

"Then... why did Prime Minister Jian also come along?"

Jian Yulou smiled gently, "Your Majesty has also heard about the princess's situation and is extremely worried. I came here to share your worries."

"Oh, so you haven't eaten either?"

"No, princess."

Su Qianou spread out her hands, "Zhuang Yumian and I just ate, don't expect me to cook for you."

"How dare you trouble the princess!"

Jian Yulou sat upright and looked at Zhuang Yumian with a smile as warm as spring breeze.

"Could you please trouble me, sir? I can pay you!"

General Ji came back to his senses and looked at Zhuang Yumian. "I will give you whatever the Prime Minister gives me. It won't be for free. You can use the money we give you to buy some new furniture! You can live more comfortably!"

Although the two were polite.

But implicitly and implicitly, they were all targeting and belittling Zhuang Yumian.

Words kill, soft knives cut flesh.

Zhuang Yumian walked to Su Qianou's side and stood still, his eyelashes trembling like a snow plum shivering in the cold winter, and showed her his hand:

"Princess, I might disappoint the general and the prime minister. I cut my finger while cooking earlier..."