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Butler Chen knelt on the ground, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Madam, please hurry up and ask someone to rescue Master Ziming. He, he is in Qimeng Tower now. He is covered in blood in that place. I am afraid that the air has gone in and the air has not come out! Wuwu!"

The housekeeper, a grown man, couldn't help but be frightened when he talked about Chen Ziming's tragic situation. His face turned pale, and the beads of sweat became bigger and bigger, and they dripped faster.

He knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head to look at Mrs. Chen's face.

"What? What's going on? Why is he in Qimeng Tower?" Mrs. Chen stood up, exclaimed and asked.

Where is Qimenglou? That's the Flower House!

As a mistress like Mrs. Chen, she rarely goes out. She has also heard the reputation of Qimeng Tower and knows that those who like to go there are not good people.

She didn't expect that her husband's nephew, who always looked polite and respectful in front of her, would go to Hualou!

Moreover, it ended up like this!

"Madam, this servant doesn't know that Chen Shun, who was with Master Ziming, came back and begged me to send someone to rescue Master Ziming, so I went there in a hurry. However, I didn't dare to make any decisions, so I just asked the doctor to go. Let him handle it.”

"Now, Master Ziming is still in Qimeng Tower, and his life or death is uncertain. Madam, please make up your mind, what should we do?"

Mrs. Chen's face was dark, and she scolded Chen Ziming bloody in her heart.

Chen Ziming was a poor boy. Because of his husband, he was able to live in the mansion, and the family gave him enough dignity. Unexpectedly, he went out to fool around, and ended up in the flower house like this.

This is great. If anyone finds out, someone will definitely impeach the prime minister!

No, no one can know about this!

"Steward Chen, go and ask someone to bring the prime minister back quickly. Tell him that I have something urgent to do to see him."

"Besides, you should quickly have someone carry Chen Ziming back, and do so quietly. Don't go through the main entrance, and don't let anyone see him."

After receiving the order, Butler Chen hurriedly got up and ran out.

Half an hour later, a man carrying a load came in through the side door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The Chen family thought they had done this secretly, but in the dark, the supervisory censor Zhang Song was staring at the side door, with a memorial in his hand.

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Prime Minister Chen looked angry and stared at Chen Ziming, who was lying motionless on the bed.

Mrs. Chen looked at the doctor and asked with concern: "Doctor, how is my child? Whether it's serious or not, just prescribe whatever medicine is needed, as long as it can cure him."

As she spoke, she secretly observed Prime Minister Chen's reaction from the corner of her eyes.

Sure enough, after hearing Mrs. Chen's words, Prime Minister Chen cast a grateful look at her and asked the doctor: "Doctor, how are you?"

He was a little sad. Chen Ziming was his brother's only son. At this time, such a big thing happened in the capital. How should he explain to his brother back home?

The doctor put away the medicine box and looked unhappy.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, Young Master, he has hurt his life!"

The doctor's words stunned both Prime Minister Chen and Mrs. Chen, especially Prime Minister Chen, who seemed unable to accept such a result.

Just as he was about to speak and ask the doctor if there was any way to cure it, he heard the doctor say again: "That area is injured. It may never be humane again."

Prime Minister Chen's mouth was trembling with anger, and he looked at his motionless nephew on the bed with dull eyes. His anger reached the extreme, and he kicked Chen Shun who was kneeling on the ground.

Prime Minister Chen went crazy and kicked Chen Shun, still roaring: "Tell me, why is the young master in Qimeng Tower? How many times has he been there?"

Chen Shun was in so much pain that he almost died on the spot, but he didn't even dare to scream. After all, his family members all worked in the Chen family.

He bit his lip to prevent himself from shouting, and resisted the pain to answer: "Reply to the prime minister, young master, the young master has come to the capital and goes to Qimeng Tower to find Miss Meng'er almost every week."

"Miss Meng'er? What happened to the young master today? Where is that girl Meng'er now?"

Prime Minister Chen asked Chen Shun, but he looked at Mrs. Chen.

Mrs. Chen looked at Prime Minister Chen's blood-red eyes, squeezed her handkerchief tightly in fear, and said: "Prime Minister, that girl Meng'er is still in Qimeng Tower. When we arrived, she seemed to be so frightened that she could not speak. coming."

A suspicion flashed through Mrs. Chen's mind. Could it be that the girl had planned to harm Chen Ziming?

But listening to Chen Shun's words, it doesn't seem to be the case. The girl seems to be a victim too.

Chen Shun cried so hard that he was out of breath: "Prime Minister, Madam, today, as usual, Young Master Ziming went to Qimeng Tower to find Miss Meng'er, but a group of men in black came from nowhere. As soon as they came in, they came straight Strike at Miss Meng'er and the young master."

"The young master was injured because he couldn't avoid it. Miss Meng'er was also injured. It seems that her face was cut with a knife."

The kind of girl in the building relies on one face to make a living. If her face is ruined, it will be like taking away her job. From now on, Miss Meng'er will be considered useless.

"Aww, Prime Minister, madam, you must avenge the young master, the murderers are those men in black!" Chen Shun grinned in pain, but he kept shouting for revenge.

Prime Minister Chen frowned and said nothing.

Mrs. Chen's heart sank as she thought of her husband's enemies. There were many people in the capital who had enemies with her husband.

If you really want to check, you don't know how much effort it will take.

The Chen family looked at the superficial beauty, but in fact, the prime minister came from a poor family and received very little annual salary. Most of the food, drink and food in the huge prime minister's house depended on Mrs. Chen's dowry.

If we really want to investigate this matter thoroughly, it will still be Mrs. Chen's money that will be spent. Mrs. Chen becomes unhappy when she thinks of this.

She was the head matron of the Chen family and used her dowry to support the family, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Chen Ziming, to put it bluntly, had nothing to do with her. If she had to spend a large sum of money for such a poor boy, she would be even more unwilling.

"Master Xiang, regarding this matter, I think we should wait until Ziming wakes up and listen to what he has to say. Then we can make plans, right?"

Mrs. Chen always looked dignified and sensible in front of Prime Minister Chen. When she said such a sentence, the Prime Minister agreed and did not understand the meaning behind Mrs. Chen's words.

"Well, then just listen to Madam and wait until Ziming wakes up."

Prime Minister Chen looked back at his nephew on the bed and said angrily: "Everyone here today must not reveal any information and let Zi Ming know about his physical condition. Do you understand? If any of you spill the beans, I will definitely Don’t be lenient!”

"Don't worry, Prime Minister, I will never let anything slip."

"Me too, don't worry, Mr. Xiang, I will definitely keep my mouth shut!"

When everyone was expressing their opinions, Chen Ziming suddenly woke up from the bed and said, "Chen Shun, why don't you let the truth slip?"