"Wanhai! I will personally take her back to the imperial capital one day!"

At this time, Yanchen also knew that all the words were useless, but tomorrow he would use his own way to comfort their spirits in the sky, and whoever dared to hurt his family would slaughter him.

"Young Master Yan, can you let me take a look at Miss!"

Wan Hai shuddered, slowly walked out of the desk, and looked at Yanchen with a calm face.

"Yes!"

Many people on the road in the middle of the night actually saw the manager of the Wanshi Auction House walking with Yanchen, who doesn't know Yanchen's status now, and can walk with him, isn't this manager also a great person.

And the little seven or so people who had been staying here quickly followed, and the rest of the matter was completely handed over to Feng Biao and the two of them.

As the Yan manor, there is no festive color here, the usual scenes where everyone gets together from time to time reappear in front of everyone's eyes, looking at the three coffins in front of him, Wan Hai also knelt on the ground, for the young lady he poured everything, this hopes that she can get out of the family of bitter sea, but unfortunately, but the life is lost here.

"Young Master Yan, just bury Miss here!"

didn't wait for Yanchen to speak, only to hear him say again, "Since Miss came to Haiping City and met you for the first time, she has already applied not to go back, and wants to take root here, I understand Miss's intentions, she wants to guard you!"

"But..."

Wan Hai stood up directly, "Does Young Master Yan know my young lady's mind?"

Wan Hai's words really made Yan Chen speechless for a while.

"Miss, I watched her grow up step by step, and I also accompanied her to come here! I know her heart for you, and I also believe that Yan Gongzi is not the kind of person who is unkind!"

Wan Hai's scorching gaze looked at Yanchen with a chill.

Of course he knew what these women were for, but he only regarded them as good family, and now he was focused on revenge, and with his daughters, he just deliberately chose to escape their feelings.

"Okay! I will bury her here with my own hands! I can also assure you that my revenge will be avenged!"

"Alright, I believe you! Go ahead, I'll be here with Miss!"

Wan Hai seems to have aged a lot in a moment, this pain of losing his family, he Yanchen deeply understands, but at this time he only gives a moment of tranquility!

At night, Xia Bingling still came to Yanchen's room as always, looking at the picture of lying on the bed and hugging Xiao Wanyang, she couldn't help but feel envious, now that Sister Wan is gone, the sadness and self-blame at the beginning of the period can't solve anything, even He Linlin's words are much less on this day, and Xiaohuo's death also gave her a big blow.

"Coming?"

In the dark night, Yanchen's unique voice was heard.

"Well, Sister Wan, they don't actually blame you!"

Xia Bingling said softly.

"I know, but I should do something for her! Does Sister Qiu Ju have any last wishes?"

For Qiu Ju, he has always regarded her as a sister, and she is taking care of her daughter every day, as a family, Yanchen must do something.

"Sister Qiu Ju doesn't have any requirements, she just hopes to be buried here before she dies, maybe this manor gives her the best memories!"

Since the first meeting, Qiu Ju has developed a deep interest in this cold little boy, every action of his, Qiu Ju is deeply remembered, it seems that she has always had a deformed love for Yanchen, but she had to secretly resist the impulse in her heart, which hopes to be able to gaze at Yanchen day and night in the future, which is enough.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to have a big funeral for them!"

Yanchen seemed to have made a big decision, and said softly, for them, Yanchen is sincerely grateful, without their own daughter, they may have been poisoned.

"Senior sister, let's rest!"

Yanchen got up and walked outside.

But Xia Bingling skillfully hugged Xiao Wanyang, just like usual, Xiao Wanyang fell into her arms tightly again and fell asleep deeply.

In the early morning of the next day, the entire Haiping City was once again shocked by the news.

"Someone in the Yan Manor actually died, what the hell is going on?"

Many people are discussing in a low voice, yesterday was still good, and there was no sound coming out, why is there a funeral today, and Yanchen has just been named the king of one word side by side, is this someone doing it on purpose, or someone wants to kill their hero.

Countless people came to this funeral with an angry heart, and they wanted to see who wanted to murder their prince, who had just been named the king of the word side-by-side, and whether they would be envied.

Today's Yan Manor is hung with white silk, and there are white cloths wrapped everywhere, looking at the brand-new three-mouth coffin in front of them, everyone can no longer speak, but it is clearly written on it, the names of the three people.

The names of Xiaohuo, Wan Manyun, and Qiu Ju instantly spread throughout Haiping City, and even the incident that happened on the road that day was reported by someone with a heart.

At this time, everyone was completely filled with anger, someone dared to kill Yanchen's daughter, and even the mastermind behind it quietly pointed to one person, and this matter spread farther and farther, and it was still a serious matter.

Syllable!

In a luxurious hall, I saw the figure on the high seat suddenly drop the teacup in his hand, looking at a secret letter on the desk, from time to time there was a cold glow on his body, although he had never killed with his own hands He had never held a sword, but the momentum of life and death was sometimes terrifying.

"Xuan Fengde come in!"

"Yes!"

A man who looked like a eunuch hurriedly ran towards the door, and today was when the emperor saw the secret letter in his hand, he was furious and scolded the rebel angrily.

"Your Majesty, the old minister is here!"

Fengde's arrival made the person in the high seat even more angry, "Fengde, look at the good things you have done, look at the good things you have done!"

As he spoke, he threw the secret letter in his hand directly, "Let's see for yourself!"

There was a roar in the hall, he still didn't know what was going on, he was called by the emperor early in the morning, although this is a common thing, but so often Feng De gradually felt a sense of foreboding.

When he slowly picked it up and saw the contents clearly, Feng De, who was in a panic, suddenly knelt down, "Your Majesty, that rumor must be wrong, and it is just a fallacy that he Yanchen can create!"

"Fengde, what do you want me to do!"

The cold words made Feng De sweat all over his head.