Ling Chen sneered, "Very good. You are really my good wives."

He turned to look at Liu Hui, "Now tell me, are you the one who really killed the little prince?"

Liu Hui did not nod or shook her head.

"You have always been in contact with Wen Heng, right? You will send someone to contact Wen Heng when the guards are handed over, or when they are lazy when it rains?"

"Yes."

"You have always been in contact with Wen Heng, including the fire in Leng Gong, which is also related to you?" Ling Chen had a smile on his face, that kind of smile made people look scared.

"Yes, I provided what Wen Heng needed." Liu Hui all admitted.

"You let all my concubines participate. Do you think that I can't do anything with you? Liu Hui, your courage is getting bigger and bigger. I thought that you know how to advance and retreat. Come, you will... .."

Before Ling Chen spoke, two darts flew in at the same time, one shot at Liu Hui and the other shot at Qingyun.

Ling Chen flew out of his sleeves to open the darts, hugged Qingyun and turned to the side.

Liu Hui suddenly fell to the ground and died.

Gu Fan, Yang Shuo and Huo Jingyun had already flown out, and there was no fighting outside.

Ling Chen looked at the door suspiciously, and after a while, Gu Fan pointed at someone with a sword and walked in.

It is Wen Heng.

Her white hair was draped over her shoulders, a bun was pinned on top of her head with a silver hairpin, her face was blue and white, her lips were covered with white foam, and she was dressed in blue clothes. Gu Fan's sword pointed at her, she was not afraid, and she kept moving forward.

"Stop, Concubine Yi, stop!" Gu Fan stopped her.

Wen Heng stood there, looking at Ling Chen. Ling Chen once said that he would never see her again in this life. But she could always see him.

She set off a fire in Lenggong, and it burned Lenggong, and she met him.

She was later imprisoned in Fang Palace, and she could see anyone passing by from the crack of the door. But since he put her in Fang Palace, he has never walked in front of Fang Palace.

Later she saw Qingyun.

Ever since she saw Qingyun from the crack of the door for the first time, she knew that he would marry Qingyun, and Qingyun would replace Lan Ling. How can this be?

She also saw his son Ling Zian. She heard Liu Hui say that the emperor put the prince under the name of Lan Ling. That is her son. How can this be?

Ling Chen stared at her.

Qing Yun trembled all over. Wen Heng stood in front of her like this, like a nightmare, as if he could never wake up.

Wen Heng looked at Ling Chen with a soft smile on his face: "A Chen, long time no see."

Ling Chen frowned his eyebrows, his eyes were cold and painful.

She slowly walked forward, Ling Chen dragged Qing Yun behind her, and Gu Fan stopped Wen Heng.

Wen Heng's tears fell from his eyes little by little: "Achen, how can you treat me this way? I can do everything for you, but you fall in love with her!" She pointed to Qingyun.

Ling Chen said: "Wen Heng, you are already dead in my heart. Now you are no longer Wen Heng, you can kill even your own son, you are crazy!"

"Yes, I'm crazy, why do you want An'er to be in Lan Ling's name? That's my son!" Wen Heng called.

Ling Chen said: "At that time, I was frustrated. Ling Zi'an would be my only son, and Lan Ling was the queen. Ling Zi'an was my son who was born under her name, and he would also be my prince! Don’t you even understand this simple truth? Therefore, Wen Heng is already dead!"

Wen Heng smiled bitterly, "But you just said that you want to give An'er to Liu Hui because you want to marry Xin Qingyun?"

Ling Chen shook his head: "No, it's because of you. I didn't expect that you will live till now. I regret not having committed suicide by myself."

His eyes suddenly became cold, he stared at Wen Heng, and slowly walked towards her: "I knew for a long time that you let the fire in Lenggong, and then I understood that you will never repent. In your heart , There is only hatred and possession, you have no love. I did not kill you, I thought you would judge yourself!"

Wen Heng slowly backed away.

"But your obsession is too strong. You don't have a son or me in your heart. I am the emperor, how can I not consider these! Ling Zi'an will inherit his great cause in the future, you are his stain! He shouldn't be as unbearable as you Mother! After the fire in Lenggong, I knew that Ling Zian was no longer eligible to inherit my country. Even if I had no children in the future, I would give this country to King Rui, but it would never be Ling Zian! Wen Heng, you understand ?"

The sound of each other's breathing can be heard quietly around.

"So, I decided to give Zi'an to Concubine Hui, give him a territory, and let them live a comfortable life, but you killed him. It is said that the emperor's family is the most ruthless, Wen Heng, I have done my best with you. You are on your own. Stop it."

Ling Chen turned around.

Qing Yun saw the decisiveness on Ling Chen's face. This person was indeed ruthless towards others, but he was truly benevolent towards Wen Heng.

Everyone has lost, Qing Yun didn't understand why Wen Heng was so persistent, and he was able to use his children.

His body trembled inexplicably, only to see Wen Heng sneer at the corner of his mouth, a cold light flashed, and a dagger from his sleeve pierced out.

Qingyun couldn't dodge, and there were exclamations around.

A black figure slanted and swiftly approached, pushing Qingyun to the side, and his slender fingers pinched the blade of the dagger. Who knows, the dagger didn't stop, and it plunged directly into the man's belly!

His body fell in front of Qingyun's eyes, an inch difference.

Qingyun staggered over and knelt beside the man, but he reached out his hand to hold Qingyun in his arms.

Everyone was stunned for a while, Bai Shaoting loudly ordered the guards to call the royal doctor.

Wen Heng was also stunned, and she smiled dismal: "You actually shield her from the knife!"

After Wen Heng finished speaking, he rushed towards Qingyun.

With tears in Ling Chen's eyes, he raised his palm, and a blue-white mist of water emerged from the palm, which gradually expanded, like a ball of cotton wrapped in Wen Heng, Wen Heng couldn't make any further progress.

"Cotton palm." Wen Heng whispered, "You really became a cotton palm."

In the ice and snow, two children stood outside and patted the door. Ten-year-old Ling Chen was not as high as nine-year-old Wen Heng.

The maidservant was already asleep, and no one opened the door for them.

The two children hugged each other and sat at the door. They went to peek at Wu Zhuangyuan's lecture today, and Wu Zhuangyuan is the Prince's teacher.

"Achen, what is the name of the warm palm Wu Zhuangyuan taught to the prince?"

"Cotton palm."

"Well, Cotton Palm. It would be great if I could learn it, I learned it, and now I can do gong, we won't be cold anymore." Wen Heng shrank his neck, looking forward to it.

People usually never think about the ending at the beginning, thinking that when you plant flowers, you get beans. As everyone knows, some flowers do not bloom, and some beans do not bear fruit.

Ling Chen's cotton palm wrapped Wen Heng, making people fall asleep, and slowly broke his heart, Wen Heng's consciousness gradually scattered, she smiled and looked at Ling Chen: "Achen, it turned out that you died in your hands. pretty good."

Wen Heng's body slowly fell to the ground, and she died.