Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Lu Chen sighed: "Actually, we are all doing this for your own good."

us?

Lu Wanying was stunned.

On the eve of entering the palace, her mother held her hand and seemed to want to say something but stopped herself several times; and her father, after her constant pestering and persistence, finally agreed to make a so-called agreement with her.

The fragmented images of the past, and those ambiguous looks...

Lu Wanying really wanted to laugh.

It turned out that the secret that she thought was right had always been known to everyone.

That’s right, how could there be any secrets in Lu’s company?

Lu Wanying lowered his head dejectedly.

The laughter that came from his throat was hoarse and creepy.

She couldn't tell what she was laughing at.

Are you laughing at yourself for thinking you have escaped Lu's control?

Or is she still laughing at herself for thinking she was smart and secretly infatuated with the young uncle who was a few years older than her, hiding it from everyone?

Maybe she was also laughing at the fact that they knew everything, but no one was willing to tell her the truth? She could have loved him openly without feeling condemned or tortured, but she tossed and turned like a fool behind others' backs, feeling ashamed of her disregard for human ethics?

Maybe she was still laughing at the fact that they had never cared about her feelings at all, and had never even thought of fulfilling her wish for a moment!

They were even laughing at the fact that she had finally become what they had hoped she would be!

Yeah, how can it not be funny?

Lu Wanying curled her lips in self-mockery and chuckled softly, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

Everyone stared at her with strange eyes. The concubine had always had a peculiar personality, but today she seemed inexplicably crazy, which was creepy to the eyes.

"Aying?" Lu Chen frowned, looking somewhat displeased.

Lu Wanying hummed, and then stopped laughing: "Aunt, I just suddenly remembered something interesting."

She lowered her head and wiped the moisture from her eyes.

When she looked up again, there was no visible emotion on her pretty face except for the slightly red eyes.

Lu Wanying glanced at Liang Qian who was standing on the steps.

There were bloodstains on her usually fair neck, but she seemed not to feel the pain at all. She just frowned and stared at herself seriously.

Lu Wanying pulled the corner of her mouth towards her with a bitter smile.

She had repeatedly advised herself to leave the palace, saying that there was nothing she wanted in the palace.

I didn’t take it seriously at that time, but looking back now, I realize that being a bystander is a better judge of things.

now……

Seeing Lu Wanying like this, Lu Chen was afraid that something unexpected might happen and felt a little anxious.

She has been lying in bed for too long and her health is not good yet, so she can't hold on for much longer.

Just as Lu Chen was about to urge him, Lu Wanying's gaze returned to Lu Chen's face.

"Aunt, if you want to kill Liang Qian, just let them do it. Why do you have to leave it to me?"

Lu Chen's expression froze for a moment, and he looked at her quietly: "Don't you hate her? Auntie is letting you vent your anger!"

"I see..." Lu Wanying nodded with a smile.

Lu Chen suppressed his unhappiness and held Lu Wanying's hand: "Aunt knows you feel bad, but it doesn't matter, as long as you listen to Aunt from now on--"

"I know, aunt, don't worry."

Lu Wan's eyes flashed, and he interrupted her with a smile, his tone unusually serious.

Lu Chen nodded and smiled with relief.

Suddenly, the smile on his face froze and his facial features were instantly distorted.

Lu Chen's eyes widened amid the piercing scream.

She opened her mouth and lowered her head in disbelief, as warm blood gushed out from the knife wound in great pain.

It was the knife that Aying had just used to assassinate Gao Huan.

When did she hide it in her sleeve when no one was paying attention?

She did this... not on impulse, but had planned it long ago?

Lu Chen moved his lips in disbelief: "Ah, Ah Ying...you...why?"

Lu Wanying met those overly shocked eyes, smiled coldly, shook off Lu Chen's hand fiercely, and pulled out the dagger.

Blood splattered half of her face, like a bloodthirsty evil ghost, not recognizing any relatives.

The incident happened suddenly and everyone was stunned.

By the time they reacted, the scene was a bit chaotic.

"Grandma!"

Gao Yang, like a little beast, struggled to break free from the hand that was holding him and pounced towards Lu Chen.

Lu Chen fell to the ground, covered in blood.

Gao Yang knelt on the ground, holding Lu Chen's hand tightly, turned his head, and stared at Lu Wanying with red eyes.

"Why did you kill the Imperial Grandmother?!"

Lu Wanying couldn't help but laugh: "Gao Yang, don't be silly, you treat her as a grandmother, does she treat you as a grandson?"

She wiped her blood-spattered face, and finally her gaze fell on Lu Chen's face with cold eyes.

"At best, you are just like your father, a chess piece in her hand!"

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and raised the bloody dagger in her hand.

"Well, you see, just like this dagger, it's just a handy tool!"

"You're crazy!"

"Oh, am I crazy? You don't understand anything at all! But——"

She raised an eyebrow and said, "You don't need to understand anymore."

Gao Yang didn't have time to think about her meaning, nor did he want to argue with her anymore. He just tried hard to help Lu Chen up.

Lu Chen clenched her teeth in pain, her face was as pale as a ghost, and the pain made her facial features dislocated.

His whole body was covered in sweat and blood, and the slightest movement caused pain in his bones.

She looked at Gao Yang with great effort and their lips touched.

Gao Yang understood, it was 'Ao Rubin'.

He turned around and was about to call someone, but the name that came out of his mouth got stuck in his throat.

"Old witch, which one do you want to save you?"

Someone sneered, not too loudly.

Gao Hao no longer looked like he was poisoned, and was helped to stand up.

After Gao Hao stood firm, Ao Rubing looked at them expressionlessly, took a step back, and stood beside him respectfully.

The chaotic scene just now has now become completely quiet.

Liang Qian narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips.

Lu Chen stared in astonishment, wanting to say something, but could only take a breath: "You...you guys..."

Gao Yang called for the imperial physician with a trembling voice.

However, with so many palace maids, eunuchs, and imperial guards present, no one was willing to respond.

Gao Yang clenched his fists and swallowed his tears.

Lu Wanying took two steps forward with the knife in hand, squatted beside Gao Yang, and smiled gently at Lu Chen.

Just as Gao Yang was about to push the man away, Ao Rubin was quick to grab his arm and pull him aside.

"You are so brave!"

Gao Yang's little face turned red.

Ao Rubin remained calm and indifferent.

Lu Wanying carefully embraced Lu Chen and let her lean on him.

Lu Chen wanted to break free but he didn't even have the strength to raise his hands and could only let himself be manipulated.

Lu Wanying looked at her and sighed slightly: "Aunt, don't you understand yet? From the day I entered the palace, you have been abandoned by the Lu family! Not to mention, now you lie in bed all day, you have already become a useless person."

Lu Chen whimpered, his eyes bloodshot.

Lu Wanying turned his face to the side, slowly leaned close to her ear, and said softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Aunt, if it weren't for you, he wouldn't have died at all! The person I hate the most has always been you!"

She lowered her eyes and paused: "However, I have figured it out. I will be more like the Lu family than you are. I promise that the future emperor of Da Qi will still have half of our Lu family's blood. Whether it is the queen or the queen mother, they can only have the surname Lu!"

Lu Chen hummed softly, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

Lu Wanying suddenly pulled out the knife, stood up, glanced coldly at the motionless body on the ground, turned and walked towards the stairs.