The Regent's Tender Darling

With a swipe sound, the sharp sword was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed through the air.

Before anyone could react, the cold sword had already penetrated two inches into Shen's heart!

Warm blood flowed out of the wound instantly, dyeing the grass-green skirt red. Shen didn't howl in pain. She just stared at Lin Qinghua blankly, her eyes lifeless and desperately focused.

Pain, suffocation, and the coldness of the sword made her suddenly feel like she couldn't breathe. It felt like there wasn't enough air for her to breathe.

Lin Qinghua raised his hand and pulled out the sword. Shen, who had lost the last bit of support, fell straight to the ground. Blood began to pour out from the wound in large amounts, leaving it on the ground and soaking the carpet.

"Hmph! Diaomin!" With a cry, Lin Qinghua dropped the sword in his hand and wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief in disgust.

The maid next to Lin Qinghua didn't react at all, but the maid next to Shen slumped down and fainted.

The impact was too great, but it was quiet.

"Master, if you do this, I'm afraid something bad will happen."

"Bad thing?" Lin Qinghua glanced at the woman who was speaking, "Ha!" Throwing the handkerchief lightly, she said: "He died of illness, who is to blame?"

At this point, Lin Qinghua turned to look at the maids and women, and raised her lips: "Kill them all, clean."

"yes."

"No... no..." The only two young girls who were awake sat on the ground, kicking their legs and moving back frequently. Their eyes were full of fear, and they were wiped from the neck before they could even let out a scream.

The smell of blood in the room was overwhelming. Lin Qingping fanned the air next to his nose with his hand in disgust and said, "Take care of it, it's so dirty."

…

——It’s six o’clock.

A simple and elegant carriage stopped at the door of Lin Mansion. The person who got off the carriage was dressed in red robes. His face was originally beaming with joy, but when he saw the white lantern at the door, he was stunned.

The frozen smile gradually disappeared from his face.

In addition, there were four more people in the nursing home at the door for no reason.

"What's going on?" Lin Zhengyang quickly asked the nurse at the door after he came to his senses.

The nurse respectfully bowed her hands to Lin Zhengyang: "Sir, my wife died of a heart attack."

"What?" Lin Zhengyang's expression could no longer be described as surprise. Why did such a good person die suddenly?

He went to see Mrs. Shen in the morning, but only a few hours later, unexpectedly...

He hurried into the house and went to Shen's courtyard. Sure enough, the person had been put in the coffin, and the whole courtyard was white.

"Father is back." Lin Qinghua walked towards Lin Zhengyang, with no sadness or other emotions on her face.

Lin Zhengyang looked dumbfounded. After hearing his daughter's voice, he came back to his senses. He looked at his daughter who was approaching him and asked nonchalantly, "Hua'er, why are you back?"

Didn't he remember that his daughter was born yesterday? Why are you back today?

"I miss home." Lin Qinghua simply answered Lin Zhengyang's question, then looked at the coffin in the mourning hall and said: "When my mother died, she was in extreme pain. She left before the doctor came."

As he spoke, he wiped the corners of his eyes without tears with a handkerchief.

Lin Zhengyang's eyes fell on the black coffin, and he couldn't accept it for a moment. How could someone who was so good that morning leave just like that?

He remembered that Mrs. Shen was acting coquettishly to him this morning, but he pushed her away in disgust and said: How old are you?

Unknowingly, I began to feel uncomfortable, remembering the time when Mrs. Shen first married him, her smile, and her words about growing old together.