Feng Lenglie held a banquet in the castle and planned to entertain all the political and business leaders who came to attend the memorial service.

The ostentation was nothing short of grand.

And when he did so, he also pressed the queen's majesty to the ground and rubbed it.

Didn't you decide that my father was a traitor and execute him?

Now I will rebury him with the highest-level funeral, so that the world can see your abominable face of framing a loyal minister, and you will be unable to hold your head up for the rest of your life.

Killing people and killing people, Feng Lenglie must grind those who hold power into dust if they want to gain the recognition and support of the people.

And this trick is the most effective.

After tonight, if he announces the Queen's crimes, her image in the eyes of the world will be completely destroyed, and she will not be able to turn around for the rest of her life, let alone restore her country.

Inside the main house bedroom.

Arthur Wei stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly staring in the direction of the ancestral hall.

The place was bustling with people and brightly lit.

Counting the time, the banquet will start soon.

Normally, the main house is heavily guarded, with bodyguards standing guard on the three inner and outer floors.

There are not enough manpower to entertain guests today, so the logistics department has transferred most of the bodyguards and maids here.

If her son was not in the hands of that vicious woman Feng Lengshuang, she thought she might take a gamble to see if she could escape.

"Miss Arthur, tonight is your best chance to take action. If you miss this time, even if you want to die tomorrow, I'm afraid it won't be that easy."

The maid's reminder came from behind, bringing Arthur Wei back from her dazed thoughts.

She twitched the corners of her stiff mouth and smiled sarcastically.

That poisonous woman is unfounded. Now that she has nothing, how can she still shake her position?

Soon, she will become the new princess of Greece.

And she, a person who has subjugated her country, is not allowed to be slaughtered by her?

There is really no need for her to be anxious at this moment!

When the maid saw that she was silent, she continued: "It may not be easy for you to die, but it's just a matter of moving your fingers to get your son to die. Are you sure you want to delay it any longer?"

Arthur Wei slowly withdrew his gaze, looked back at her and said, "Although two-thirds of the manpower in the main house has been transferred, there are still a few left. How can I avoid them and go to the artificial lake?"

The maid thought for a moment, said, "Wait a minute," and then walked aside to make a phone call.

Arthur Wei ignored her and scanned every corner of the master bedroom, finally stopping on the big bed.

The lingering and lingering moments during this period of time flashed through my mind one by one. It was a sugar-coated poison. It had endless aftertaste and could make people's intestines pierce.

All grudges can be settled tonight.

If there is an afterlife, she hopes they will never meet again, let alone fall in love.

In just a few years, she had almost exhausted all her life's efforts and was miserable.

She didn't have the courage to experience it again, so even if it was sweet at first, she didn't want it again.

The maid came back after making the phone call and whispered: "You can go out again in 5 minutes. I guarantee there will be no obstruction."

Arthur Wei nodded, not surprised at all.

Feng Leng Shuang is so capable. If he wants to force her to die, he will naturally provide convenience for her, right?

"Okay, I see, you go out."

After watching the maid leave, Arthur Wei's eyes fell on the desk. She was hesitating whether to leave a suicide note to Feng Lenglie and mention the child to him.

But she knew that there was a high probability that the letter would not reach the man's hands.

Because as soon as she walked out of the room, someone from Feng Leng Shuang would immediately come in and search.

Why should she bother with this?

Thinking of this, she gave up her thoughts.

I changed clothes from the dressing room and put on light makeup.

The moment she walked out of the room, she laughed softly.

Death is actually not scary to her. What is really scary is enduring the pain of losing her child all the time and the condemnation of her conscience.

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