Chapter 1272
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The Yan family.
In the attic in the backyard.
In the study.
Yan Shichang sat on the chair with a calm expression. Opposite him sat his only grandson. He was a cripple.
Plus what happened a few days ago, he was in a bad mood. He was furious.
Why was he furious?
Because he had lost two of his most powerful men. They were both powerful men who had followed him for many years.
The Yan family had a deep foundation.
But he had only recruited two of them after so many years. He had spent a lot of effort to train them.
It could be said that a powerful man was an extremely valuable resource for any wealthy family. It could not be measured with money.
Money could be earned again. But a powerful man could only be found by chance.
And a powerful man could do many things that were inconvenient for the master. The most important advantage was that he could increase his own level of security.
The richer one was, the more afraid he was of death.
The richer one was, the more danger he faced.
For them, money could not be more important than their lives.
"Grandpa. He is still alive. "Yen Teng-kuei sat in the wheelchair with a gloomy expression. He clenched his fists, his nails scratching his palms. But he did not know.
"I know." Yan Shichang's expression was still calm. What kind of storms had he not seen before?
In the decade when he was middle-aged. The storms he had experienced were a hundred times, a thousand times greater than what he was experiencing now.
The Yan Family almost collapsed after this setback. Didn't he make it through?
Wasn't he as famous as Lord Ye in the capital?
So even after this failure, he was still as calm as a mountain, without much expression on his face.
"So we are just going to let it go?" Yen Teng-kuei was not willing to give up. Not willing. He wanted Xiao Zheng to die. If Xiao Zheng did not die, he would have nightmares for the rest of his life!
Yan Shichang shook his head and pursed his lips, "Don't think about it for now." "Go back and rest first."
Don't think about it for now?
Go back and rest?
What, even grandpa can't do anything?
He wanted to say something more, but the door was pushed open.
The person who entered the room was none other than his father, Yan Jiachi.
"Deng Kuei. Go back and rest. "
Yan Jiaji walked into the study and pushed the wheelchair. "Your grandfather needs to rest too."
With that, he pushed Yen Teng-kuei out of the study.
Walking out of the backyard, Yen Teng-kuei raised his head and looked at his father. "Just like that?"
"Your grandfather has tried his best." Yan Jiazhu sighed. "Shisan and Nangong Ning were both killed by him. How many people in this world can kill him? "
"Use a gun. Use cannons. I don't believe that he's invulnerable. "Yen Teng-kuei fell into a trance.
"It's not as simple as you think," Yan Jiazhou said, shaking his head.
Outside the Yan family's residence.
A pair of middle-aged women stood at the door.
They were dressed in green and had a gentle temperament. The latter's appearance could only be considered delicate and pretty. However, the former's face was as beautiful as a fairy's.
Yes.
She wasn't young, but her temperament and self-restraint weren't something an ordinary woman could possess.
Her eyes were warm and bright. Her every move revealed that she was different from the rest.
Who was she?
She was Phoenix Ye. The former empress of Yan Jin. A terrifying woman who trampled all men under her feet.
But now, there was only Buddha in her. There was no anger or anger on her face.
Ye Fenghuang was no longer the empress of Yan Jin after more than twenty years of meditation. She was a monk on Mount Fengming.
But today, she showed up at the gate of the Yan family.
"You are —"
A butler of the Yan family walked over with a confused look on his face.
Why were there two monks at the gate of the Yan family? And they were nuns?
Were they here to beg for alms?
But shouldn't monks be begging for alms by the roadside or in the bustling city center?
Wasn't it too much to come to the Yan family?
"Is everyone in the family here?" Ye Yuhua asked gently with a gentle look on her face.
"Hm?" The butler was even more confused.
"Everyone is here?"
What did that mean?
"What do you want?" the butler asked curiously.
He couldn't figure out why they were here.
Furthermore, based on their bearing and appearance, they did not seem to be ordinary monks. Especially the former. He felt like he was covered in filth just by standing there. He didn't deserve to talk to her.
"I want to see them," Ye Yuhua said with a smile.
"See who?" the butler asked curiously.
"Everyone." Ye Yuhua still had a gentle smile on her face.
"What's going on?"
Yan Jiazhu, who was chatting with his son in the living room, heard the news and came over. He was about to tell the butler to drive them away. But when he saw the woman standing at the gate, his body suddenly trembled. His back was instantly soaked.
It's her?
"Mr. Ye —" Yan Jiazhu said with a strange expression. "Why are you here?"
"To see," Ye Yuhua said with a smile.
"To see —" Yan Jiazhu hurried over and pulled the butler aside. "Please come in."
"Thank you." Ye Yuhua nodded and slowly walked into the Yan family.
Behind him, Li Jing also followed closely. Her eyes were lowered. She looked like an old monk in meditation. Very calm.
She didn't have to come.
But she still came.
Not because she was afraid that Miss would be threatened. She just wanted to see.
In Hua Xia, who would dare to touch Miss?
At least Li Jing had followed Ye Yuhua for decades and had never seen it.
As soon as the two of them entered the living room, Yan Jiazhu immediately ordered the servants to pour tea and fruits.
After Ye Yuhua sat down, she was not in a hurry to drink tea. She just looked at Yan Jiazhu calmly and said with a smile, "Where's your family?"
"My son just went back to his room to rest," Yan Jiazhu explained.
"Call him out." Ye Yuhua was still smiling. But in her words, there was an unquestionable power.
"This —" Yan Jiazhu hesitated for a while and finally nodded. "Okay. I'll go call him now. "
He hurriedly woke up Yen Teng-kuei who had just laid down. He didn't even have time to tell his son what was going on.
Yen Teng-kuei was sitting in the wheelchair with a flustered and exasperated face. He was about to open his mouth to curse. But the moment he saw Ye Yuhua sitting in the living room, he was stunned.
His stomach full of anger turned into fear. Fidgeting.
She — went down the mountain again?
Yes.
Ye Fenghuang went down the mountain again.
She came to the Yan family alone.
What was she going to do?
"Where's Yan Hong?" Ye Yuhua looked at Yan Jiazhu and smiled.
"Should be in the office." Yan Jiazhu's forehead was dripping with cold sweat.
He still didn't understand what Ye Yuhua was going to do.
"Call her back," Ye Yuhua said calmly.
"This —" Yan Jiazhu had no choice but to take out his phone. To call his third sister.
After hanging up, he asked tentatively, "Boss Ye, what are you going to do with such a large number of people?"
Ye Yuhua heard him, but only took a sip of tea, then slightly squinted her beautiful eyes full of wisdom, her red lips slightly opened and said, "Guess."
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