C2 Late Night Disaster

Unfathomable! Chu Qianmo cursed silently in her heart. Since she had already eaten her fill, she no longer cared about the mother and daughter. As soon as she left the house, she realized that the cold night air was even colder than before.

"Mother, please spare that bitch!" "She dirtied Yan'Er's new clothes, she should be buried alive." Chu Hanyan shook Su Panxue's arm coquettishly, refusing to give up.

"Do you want to alarm Prime Minister and make him pity her when he sees her wretched appearance? "Let's think of another way, isn't she afraid of cats?" Su Panxue's face darkened as she spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear. Compared to her hypocritical look from before, she looked like a completely different person. The viciousness in her eyes flashed past as she whispered a few words into Chu Hanyan's ear.

"Mother, you still have a way!" Chu Hanyan's eyes lit up with joy as she raised her chin and stared at Chu Qianmo's fading back.

It was already late at night. It was pitch black and extremely cold. Chu Qianmo ran back to her room like a wisp of smoke …

This room was probably the most dilapidated room in the Prime Minister's Mansion. It seemed that this Prime Minister was deeply afraid of his own family. If that was the case, why did he need to take in a concubine? The original owner's mother must have been incredibly beautiful.

Then the original owner's leather bag …

She looked at herself in the mirror again, almost choking herself. In her generation, beauty was the most important thing.

A basin of aloes was reflected in his eyes. The most important thing for him to do was to take care of this leather bag, because he didn't know how long it would take for him to use it.

He rubbed his face and carefully studied and tidied up his hands. Was the original owner worthy of being called a girl?! It was probably because he had been bullied too much in the past, so he didn't have the heart to care about it anymore.

Perhaps it was because he had been unable to sleep soundly for many days, as soon as he laid down, his sleepiness had already assaulted him. In such a cold night, even under such light bedding, he could still sleep soundly.

In the dream, the scene of the knife stabbing into the heart appeared again in front of Chu Qianmo.

Her face was rosy, and her eyes were kind. The old man who sat in the air before her was exceptionally real, illusionary, and round. He constantly repeated the sixteen words of the mantra.

"Once the Seventh Prince becomes the Lord, he will be able to achieve perfection and return to the world. Everything will go smoothly."

"Once the Seventh Prince becomes the Lord, he will be able to achieve perfection and return to the world. Everything will go smoothly."

"…"

She felt like she had been trying to grab onto something, but she couldn't. She saw her soul leaving her body, arriving in front of a little girl who was already on her last breath from being beaten up. A lady in plain clothes, with a beautiful face, suddenly crashed into a stone pillar beside her.

A dagger stabbed into her heart and the woman's face, holding the hilt, overlapped with Chu Hanyan's and then dissected, repeating like lightning. In the blink of an eye, Chu Qianmo saw a man's face, it was the man she loved at first sight in her last life!

Chu Qianmo felt a headache coming on as the continuous flashes continued. "Teng" she sat up abruptly and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Her face was pale and the night was still dark. She must have been awakened by her dream.

Who were the seven kings?

First of all, the first thing he had to do when he woke up tomorrow morning was to find a way to bury his mother. Su Panxue, the one who was in charge of the family, was naturally in charge of his mother's affairs.

Chu Qianmo didn't expect her to be so sinister, not even sparing a dead person. Thinking about the original owner's mother, who was still in the cold wilderness of the back mountain, a wave of anger rose from the bottom of Chu Qianmo's heart.

How could he sleep? In the midst of his haziness, he felt something furry sliding across his face.

Chu Qianmo's eyes flew open. Her large round eyes shone with a cold green light in the dark, staring at Chu Qianmo. It was a cat.

"Ah!" Chu Qianmo jumped up from the bed. The cat seemed to have lost its soul from the scream. It slid off its tail and disappeared.

The door was shut tight, so where did the cat come from? Someone must have done it on purpose. Chu Qianmo ran through the window beside the bed and saw the cat crawl into the house.

That room was unfamiliar to Chu Qianmo. She only remembered that before any major event happened in the Prime Minister's Mansion, all the important figures would have to enter that room first. As for what they were doing inside, she had no idea.

Pushing the door open and entering, she heard "crackling" sounds from inside. She knew that the cat was urging her blindly, so she wanted to catch the cat and find an explanation.

Gritting his teeth, with a "bang" sound, the house suddenly quietened. Even the cat sensed that it had caused a disaster and stopped moving, causing it to drop the needle in an instant. Suddenly, footsteps came from outside the house, and in an instant, the entire Prime Minister's Mansion was lit up.

The door squeaked as it was pushed open and the entire room immediately became as bright as day. Looking at the floor, it was actually a statue's head that was shattered on the ground. Chu Zheng's face was immediately tainted with a layer of anger.

His guess was right. Someone did it on purpose, and they might not have used any means to lure the cat to this sacred shrine and notify Prime Minister Chu Zheng immediately. Chu Qianmo's small face froze as she stood there with a cold expression. She didn't say anything, and her face was expressionless. The eyes on her palm-sized face shot out two frightening rays of light that completely didn't match her small size.

"What should we do? Something big is going to happen, Prime Minister." Su Panxue rushed in, looking at the broken buddhist heads on the ground, panicking. However, what she glanced at in the light was schadenfreude. She did not believe that a little girl like her would be able to escape death today.

In Xikang Empire, the people were simple and honest, open to the public. It was only because the prince's Tian Family believed in the path of buddhism, that the people respected him like he was a god.

"Kneel!" Originally, because Chu Qianmo's mother had just died at home, Chu Zheng felt some pity for Chu Qianmo. However, he didn't expect her to cause such a disaster.

Before Chu Qianmo could say anything, an old man, who was at the end of his life, rushed in from outside. "Putong" he knelt on the ground, looking terrified, "Prime Minister, since Miss Mo has lost her mother young, you must spare her, ah."

This person was extremely clear in Chu Qianmo's memory. He was her mother's only heartfelt mama, her only family member. Due to his mother's violent death, he had been bedridden. This was probably because he had heard that he had gotten into a big trouble, so he had rushed in to plead on his behalf before he could recover from his serious illness.