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Chapter 568

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Zhong Tan's gentle attitude had unknowingly become a protective talisman for Lu Chen. This made Lu Chen, who had prepared for the worst, feel as if she was waiting for a knife to slit her neck, but instead, she was waiting for a feather to brush against her neck. She was pleasantly surprised and somewhat at a loss. It was probably Zhong Tan's instructions that she was specially arranged to stay in a small lakeside building in the Zhong Family's other residence, where she could enjoy a rare shade. Zhong Shentong and his younger brother, Zhong Liang, one was a Beimang Great General with great authority, the other was a top-ranked Devil Path Great Warlord. Presumably, they would not bicker with a girl from the Lu Family. However, the Lu Family's temporary forbearance did not mean that the Lu Family could be indifferent. After all, Zhong Gui was not worth mentioning in front of his elder brother, Zhong Tan. Compared to the descendants of the great clans of the Southern Dynasty, he was still a first-rate talent. It would be unreasonable if the Lu Family did not take the initiative to explain his sudden death in a foreign land. At this moment, Lu Gui was standing in front of the window of the small house, quietly listening to his daughter narrate her painful experience. From beginning to end, he did not interrupt, question, or console her. Lu Gui's expression was sorrowful, suppressing her depression, doing her best to speak in a calm tone. Lu Chen did not admit that she had made any mistakes. Some girls were really born actors. As the head of the A Family Lu Family, Lu Gui had a slender figure, and was worthy of the evaluation of a handsome man. Although his hair was slightly white, he was still a handsome man who could make a girl's heart sway. This was especially true for women who had tasted the flavors of love and sex. Only then did Lu Gui slowly turn around and stare into his daughter's eyes. Lu Chen subconsciously withdrew her gaze. No matter how much she wanted to mend it, in front of someone like Lu Gui who had been immersed in the imperial court for half his life, it was futile. Moreover, no one knew a girl better than her father, so how could she hide it so well? However, Lu Gui, who understood her clearly, smiled sadly. He walked closer to Lu Chen, removing the veil that she had not had time to change off. Gazing at the almost unfamiliar and tattered face, he gently placed his hands on her tight shoulders. Shaking his head, he said, "If father did not care about you, how could he only have one daughter? Whether the story you told is true or false, father is well aware of it. As for whether we can deceive the Zhong brothers, that is up to fate."

Lu Chen's eyes reddened. She was about to spill the beans and spill the beans. At this moment, she clenched her fists, either intentionally or unintentionally. Her fingertips pierced her palms and she sobered up a little. She bit her lips and rested her head on Lu Gui's shoulder. Lu Gui patted her back gently and said, "Zhong Gui's body has not been found yet. If I'm not wrong, it will be a cenotaph. Are you really willing to marry someone from the mortal world?"

Lu Chen sobbed and said, "This is the duty of an unfilial daughter."

Lu Gui was speechless.

After Lu Gui left, the small house near the spring returned to its former tranquility. Lu Chen sat in front of the dressing table and looked down to see a bronze mirror. She waved her sleeve and threw it out, smashing it against the wall.

A general is afraid of a new armor and a beauty in her twilight years is afraid of a bronze mirror. However, she was still a young woman and had not married.

After Hsu Fengnian entered Wuhou City, it was reasonable for him to choose a high vantage point to observe the geography of the Spring of Joy. However, he had been ill for a long time and was very familiar with assassinations and ambushes. He knew that there were many forbidden areas in the Thunder Pond. Beiliang Palace occupied a mountain as the king, with the Prince's Mansion as the center near Mount Qingliang as the center. The mansions of many generals and dignitaries were gradually spread out according to their positions and titles. Among them, there were also a few high-class restaurants and inns that could be used as a good vantage point to observe the Prince's Mansion. However, all of these precious vantage points that made it convenient to observe the Prince's Mansion were firmly under the control of the Mansion's secret agents. When new faces from outside the city first entered the city, they would first choose these spots. Nine out of ten of them would be secretly killed if they climbed the stairs. The reason why the last one lived longer was because the Beiliang Palace wanted to cast a long line to catch a big fish. They thought that they were smart when in fact, it was no different from committing suicide. Hsu Fengnian later learned that during the short period before he turned twenty, every time the Mansion's maids and servants went out, there would be men of sacrifice following them. Chu Lushan was personally responsible for every detail. He found no less than sixty assassins and strangled them to death, pulling out the radishes and bringing out the mud. Several high-ranking Beiliang officials' residences became uninhabited residences overnight.

Therefore, Hsu Fengnian only chose a low-rise inn that was slightly further away from the Spring of Joy to check in. He seemed to casually ask the waiter about a few sightseeing spots in Wuhou City. From the waiter, he learned that in two days it would be the fifteenth day of the month. The incense at Leiming Temple was at its peak. Nobles and travelers from outside the city, as well as wealthy merchants who were well-off, liked to go to Leiming Temple on the first and fifteenth day of the month to worship a Bodhisattva, or to light or add oil to a Longevity Green Lotus Lantern. However, the tribute for a small lantern would cost at least a hundred taels of silver. Those who were devout Buddhists would easily give away several dozen taels of gold. It was a bottomless pit.

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