"Miss Qinghe, please don't make things difficult for us."

The man walking before her turned his head and spoke in a cold voice without respect. His eyes lowered as his two hands hung weakly by his side as if having not woken up yet. However, if Ye Qinghe dared to show a trace of impatience or wanted to escape, he would be the first to...

Use his 'weak' hand to knock Ye Qinghe out or break her leg.

They were the Death Attendants specially trained by the Punishment Hall. They existed to carry it out. Unlike hidden guards, their minds seemed to have lost their thoughts. They only knew how to repeat the family head's words mechanically.

"I want to go to the toilet...My stomach hurts a lot. You know, women get their periods every month," Ye Qinghe bit her teeth lightly. Her fair face was red from embarrassment as large beads of sweat dripped down from her forehead. She covered her stomach and tottered as if she was about to faint at any moment.

The Death Attendant leader raised his head with calm eyes instantly bursting with strange thoughts. He seemed to be thinking or perhaps observing whether Ye Qinghe was telling the truth.

But in the end, he still nodded slowly.

Women were always troublesome.

"The report is out."

At night, there were only an oil lamp and a cup of hot tea in Lord Ye Nantian's bedroom.

Hearing the voice from the wind, Lord Ye frowned and subconsciously wanted to get his glasses. But the voice in the shadow sounded again.

"We did not find anything."

Lord Ye's hand stopped as he looked at the shadow guard in the dark in surprise.

"Why?"

He asked. His intuition told him everything that happened today had something to do with Ye Qinghe. But now, his subordinate told him there was nothing. Was he old? Was there something wrong with his thinking? It had to be known that he relied on his intuition every time he encountered danger or found it challenging to make decisions. It was not certain whether his judgment was right. But he was generally never wrong.

"The reason is unknown."

"We used a powerful negotiator and invited Miss Qinghe into the Slience Room (A room pasted with a special material. It can absorb the sound in the room so that it won't be transmitted. It will also release the sound in the room infinitely so that you can hear your every breath.) However, we did not find anything. We can only tell Miss Qinghe is full of hatred to some extent. "

"Hatred?"

"Who does she hate?"

Lord Ye muttered to himself. Without waiting for the shadow guard to reply, he answered himself, "She hates me, right? After all, I gave her so much hope, making her feel like Ye Family's heir. But now I ignore her."

"I admit that my decision to give up on her as the heir is a blow and injury to her. But isn't this also a form of protection? They always see the glory and status my identity brings. How can they truly understand the meaning behind this glory?"

The more Lord Ye spoke, the more excited he became. The flesh on his cheekbones swelled up as if filled with all kinds of materials. His face was a little red as if having been injected with blood.

The figure in the corner seemed to be infected by his emotions. He was no longer as straight and simple as usual with other positions.

Just as he was hesitating on whether to say something to comfort Lord Ye, a sigh sounded beside his ear.

"Forget it. Who doesn't have a desire? I should understand."

Lord Ye sneered and shook his head. His hair seemed to have turned grayer.

"Then Young Miss..."

"If there is no evidence, let her go."

"Go?" As if he didn't expect Lord Ye to reply like this, the shadow guard's voice rose.

"Yes. Or what?"

"The enemy is in the dark while I am in the light. We should always find their weaknesses," Lord Ye said slowly. He put the glasses back into the distance. His vision had deteriorated. He could use glasses or various props. But if he wanted to see a person's heart, he could not rely on external forces. The most important thing was his heart.

The shadow guard did not expect Lord Ye to answer him like this. It seemed he didn't mean it. But looking at Lord Ye's loneliness amid the vicissitudes of life, he could not say any words to correct him.

"Yes."

Along with the reply, the shadow in the corner slid out silently.

The moonlight was beautiful and cold.

Just like the human heart, many people were good at wrapping it and making it beautiful, like the most expensive and beautiful jewelry from the spotless display window.

But, whether the jewelry was real or fake, it had to be appraised with various tools.

It was complicated. But this was the human heart.

Each person was similar but different.

However, it was only a night without sleep. But Ye Qinghe felt as if she had not slept for a few centuries.

When she heard that she could leave, her heart was filled with the joy of victory.

"Has my suspicion been cleared?" She asked even though knowing the answer. She strode forward with her head held high and her lower abdomen slightly bulging, like a proud general.

"You must be joking. No one suspects you. We just asked you to cooperate with our investigation. After all, we have to give Miss Mengmeng an explanation," The specialist in charge of psychological interrogation said lightly. His tone was raised. But there was no movement on his face and even his lips. He was using ventriloquism.

Explain to that idiot.

Did she need it?

With dissatisfaction in Ye Qinghe's heart, she spat out from her thin lips, "Is that so?"

After she finished speaking, she turned around arrogantly, swayed her plump figure, and walked toward her room.

She strode with her head held high, full of energy, like a victorious general who had just returned from the battlefield. On the way, she greeted the servants she met until she walled to her room and closed the door.

Click—

The door lock flipped as if isolating the world.

Her viciousness, arrogance, and confidence seemed to be sucked away in an instant. She lay on the bed and felt exhausted. She didn't even have time to take a shower before falling into a deep sleep. Who knew what she had experienced? Who knew she was on tenterhooks at the torture hall every second?

What made her most uncomfortable was that.

She poured so much expensive poison into the toilet's sewer.

That was her hard-earned money!

There was still a mark of a bracelet left on her smooth wrist, but the bracelet was thrown away when she went to the toilet before entering the torture hall. She was also human, and she would be afraid.

Not only Ye Qinghe. But Zhuang Mengmeng also had an uncalm night.

She drank double doses of aphrodisiac. When she was sent back to the room, her body temperature reached 40 degrees. After the diagnosis, the doctor said, if she continued like this for a long time, the most serious consequence would be that she would become a fool.

Can a fool be the family heir?

Lord Ye had no choice but to feed Xu Qingyun a bunch of small blue medicines. Yes, he looked down on him. This little Xu was weak at first glance. So for Mengmeng, he felt it necessary to add insurance to the man first.

It turned out that Lord Ye was wise. The first half of the night was fine. But during the second half of the night, even if he ate the medicine, Xu Qingyun could no longer do it. He was wet all over as if having just finished a marathon. He squatted on the ground and breathed heavily, feeling difficult to move.

On the other hand, Zhuang Mengmeng's body temperature dropped quite a bit. However, she was still very excited...

"Handsome men, I want handsome men!"

She unconsciously shouted and kicked away the quilt on her body. She sat up straight from the bed and looked around in confusion. She looked around as her gaze fell on Xu Qingyun's face with disgust.

"You are so weak!"

"Gee gee gee," Zhuang Mengmeng squeezed out a strange sound, like the laughter of an old hen laying eggs.

A mouthful of blood was stuck in Xu Qingyun's chest. He almost spat it out.

What did this woman say?

Was he weak?

Didn't she see how she was? Recently, she had become fatter and fatter with several layers on her stomach!

"But there's no one else here. I'll make do with it. After all, it's rare to find someone like Lan Mu," As Zhuang Mengmeng spoke, she directly rolled into Xu Qingyun's arms from the bed.

"Ahhhhhhhhh—"

Someone's miserable cry was followed by a thud sound of landing.

"What are you shouting for? You are so noisy! You must know your position as a son-in-law. Do you think you are the same Young Master Xu who can boss around me? What are you thinking about? Your company is now relying on our Ye Family!" Although drunk, Zhuang Mengmeng had clear thoughts. Her sentences pointed out Xu Qingyun's weaknesses.

Xu Qingyun trembled and allowed her to pinch his not-fit chest muscles. Tears dripped down his face. Half of it was because of anger, and the other half was because he felt pain. This damn woman had just smashed his...

"Tsk, you're crying!"

"What are you crying about? The one who should be crying is me!"

"I like you so much. But you got together with other women outside and even gave birth to a son. Do you know I almost committed suicide for you?" She didn't know what brought up her sad memories. But Zhuang Mengmeng was getting worse and more excited.

It had to be said that Ye Qinghe's drug was powerful. Not only could it catalyze the desire for love, but it could also increase hatred!

Zhuang Mengmeng became more and more irritable, even starting to bite Xu Qingyun.

Who was Xu Qingyun? He was a proud son who had been spoiled by his own family since he was a child. There was no such thing as him being bullied by a woman. He immediately retaliated madly and wrestled with Zhuang Mengmeng. After a while, his body was scarred—

"Zhuang Mengmeng, don't push me!" After the woman stabbed his face with her long nails, Xu Qingyun finally couldn't bear it any longer and burst out!

"There is nothing you can do! Pretty boy!" Zhuang Mengmeng said proudly.

"You..."

Xu Qingyun was so angry that he lost his mind. His eyes suddenly lit up. He struggled to break free from Zhuang Mengmeng. He reached out and picked up the wax candle stick on the bedside table. Without thinking, he threw it at Zhuang Mengmeng.

The silver candle stick was European-style. The little angel held a sharp sword in her hand. The silver arrowhead shone with a strong chill under the moonlight.

Xu Qingyun attacked Zhuang Mengmeng's head. This time, even if Zhuang Mengmeng did not die because of the explosion of her temple, she would be disfigured or blind.

At the critical moment—a silver needle flew out of the dark.

Puff—

The silver needle went into the back of Xu Qingyun's neck. He fell heavily to the ground. The candle stick in his hand fell and hit his leg. The hot fresh blood splashed on Zhuang Mengmeng's face as the crazy woman became quiet.