Chapter 228 Wen Heng's Death

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

He turned to look at Liu Hui, "Tell me now, is it you who really killed the little prince?"

Liu Hui did not nod or shake her head.

"You've always been in touch with Wen Heng, right? You'll send someone to contact Wen Heng when the guards take over, or when it's raining and they're lazy?"

"Yes."

"You have always been in touch with Wen Heng, including the fire in the cold palace. It's also related to you?" Ling Chen had a smile on his face. That kind of smile made people look terrified.

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

"You asked all my concubines to participate, do you think I can't do anything about you? Liu Hui, your courage is getting bigger and bigger. I thought you knew how to advance and retreat. Come on, will... .."

Before Ling Chen could finish speaking, 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 sleeve and opened the dart, hugged Qingyun and turned to the side,

Liu Hui immediately fell to the ground and died.

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

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

Wen Heng.

Her full head of white hair was draped over her shoulders, with a silver bun on the top of her head, her face was pale, her lips were covered with a layer of white foam, and she was wearing a blue dress. Gu Fan's sword pointed at her, she was not afraid and kept walking 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 always found a way to see him.

A fire in the cold palace was set by her, and it burned the cold palace, and she met him once.

She was later locked in Fang Palace, and she could see anyone passing by through the crack of the door. But since he locked her in Fang Palace, he never walked past Fang Palace.

Later, she saw Qingyun.

Since the first time she saw Qingyun through the crack of the door, she knew that he would marry Qingyun, and that Qingyun would replace Lan Ling. How is this possible?

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

Ling Chen stared at her.

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

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

Ling Chen frowned, his eyes were cold and painful.

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

Wen Heng's tears fell from his eyes little by little: "Ah Chen, how can you treat me like this? I can do anything for you, but you fall in love with her!" She pointed at Qingyun.

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

Ling Chen said: "At that time, my heart was disheartened, Ling Zian would be my only son, Lan Ling was the queen, Ling Zian was in her name, and even if she was my son, she would also be my crown prince! Don't you even understand this simple truth? So, Wen Heng is already dead!"

Wen Heng smiled bitterly, "But you said just now 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 would survive until now. I regret not killing you personally."

His eyes suddenly became cold, he stared at Wen Heng, and walked towards her slowly: "I knew long ago that you set the fire in the cold palace, and then I understood that you will never repent. In your heart , only hatred and possession, you have no love. I didn't kill you, I thought you would kill yourself!"

Wen Heng slowly stepped back.

"But your obsession is too strong, and you have no son or Zhen in your heart. Zhen is the emperor, how can you not consider these things! Ling Zian will inherit the great cause in the future, you are his stain! He should not be as unbearable as you. Mother! After the fire in the cold palace, I knew that Ling Zian was no longer qualified 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 could be heard in the quiet surroundings.

"So, I decided to give Zi'an to Concubine Huigui, to give him some 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 for you. You can do it on your own. Stop it."

Ling Chen turned around.

Qingyun saw the determination on Ling Chen's face, this person was indeed ruthless towards others, but he was truly benevolent towards Wen Heng.

Everyone lost, Qingyun didn't understand why Wen Heng was so persistent, and he was able to take advantage of his own children.

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

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

A black figure slanted down and quickly approached, pushing Qingyun aside, and his slender fingers grabbed the blade of the dagger. Who knows, the dagger didn't stop and plunged directly into the man's belly!

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

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

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

Wen Heng was also stunned, she smiled bleakly: "You actually blocked the knife for her!"

After Wen Heng finished speaking, he rushed towards Qingyun again.

With hot tears in his eyes, Ling Chen raised his palm. A cloud of blue-white water mist formed in his palm, gradually expanding, like a ball of cotton wrapped around Wen Heng, and Wen Heng could no longer move forward.

"Cotton palm." Wen Heng whispered, "You really have practiced cotton palm."

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

The maids in the house were already asleep, and no one opened the door for them.

The two children were sitting at the door hugging each other. They went to peek at Wu Zhuangyuan's lecture today, Wu Zhuangyuan is the teacher of the prince.

"Ah Chen, what is the name of the warm palm that Wu Zhuangyuan taught the prince?"

"Cotton palm."

"Well, Cotton Palm. If only I could learn it, it would be great if I learned it. Now I can exert gong, and we won't be cold." Wen Heng shrank his neck with a look of longing.

People usually don't think about the ending at the beginning, thinking that if you plant flowers, you will get flowers, and if you plant beans, you will get beans. As everyone knows, some flowers do not bloom, and some beans do not bear seeds.

Ling Chen's cotton palm wrapped around Wen Heng, making people fall asleep, slowly breaking the pulse of the heart, Wen Heng's consciousness gradually scattered, she smiled and looked at Ling Chen: "Achen, it turns out that he died in your hands. pretty good."

Wen Heng's body slowly fell to the ground, she was dead.