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Chapter 143: The Real Prince of Yongan Houfu

Seeing this scene, Yue Niang couldn't help biting her lip and her whole body was trembling slightly.

She also has a three-year-old son, and she can't die...

Bailihe seemed to notice her strange emotions, and he closed his eyes and said, "The prince's words, anyone who confesses will be lenient and saves his life."

When Yue Niang heard this, she suddenly saw a trace of light flashing in her eyes, and her eyes couldn't help but tremble slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, her lips moved and she was about to speak, "I..."

However, she had just made a pronunciation, and a sharp blade cut through the cold and silent air, directly penetrated Yue Niang's heart and penetrated.

She looked into the distance in disbelief, with a huge fear streaking in her eyes, and her body slowly fell down.

Bailihe hurriedly rushed over and held her body.

Yue Niang turned her eyes to look at him, her lips opened, but she never spoke.

Looking at Yue Niang who closed her eyes, Bailihe's brows tightly locked.

"Young Master Baili, this..." Li Yue's eyes also had solemnity.

Bailihe glanced at the thug who had died on the ground and looked at the man he had hit with a stone just now, "Take him away."

He sank his eyes and put Yue Niang down, "Take the brothel's body away."

He turned around and looked at the woman behind him who was so scared that she hugged her in a group of people. He comforted her, "Don't be afraid, there are no bad people anymore, I'll take you home."

A warm sentence immediately ignited the hope of all women.

The eyes were bright, revealing the desire to go home.

Even several seriously injured women struggled to stand up, their eyes shining wet.

...

Yong'an Marquis Mansion.

A light purple figure looked at the two figures lying on the soft couch and frowned, "Why are they all injured? Are they going to compare who is seriously injured?"

After checking Murong Che, he walked towards Su Qingran again, raised his hand and dipped some blood from her wound, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and couldn't help frowning, "No wonder the blood cannot be stopped. It turned out that the medicine was applied to the blade."

Pull out a handkerchief from the sleeve and wiped the blood from the fingertips, curling his lips, "It's so dirty."

"Zhao Zhong, go and take a look, why haven't Lingling come yet?" he urged.

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint sound of footsteps came from outside the door. He immediately rushed over and met him, "Lingling, you are finally here!"

Bai Ling glanced at him and couldn't help frowning, "The rouge you rubbed on is too strong, stay away from me."

The man felt wronged and followed her closely, "Lingling, I miss you so much these days. Have you missed me?"

"Murong Che, I'm here to save people, not to come to see you." Bai Ling frowned.

"It's okay, the surname Jun is very lucky. He can't die if he has a small injury. If he wants to die, he will die long ago."

Zhao Zhong: “…”

I knew that ** could not release the prince when I came to my mansion. Now the Fourth Prince and Han Qing were all left with only one breath, but he just focused on pestering ** and talking about love.

When the Fourth Prince woke up and found out about this, he would be dizzy again.

Bai Ling left Murong Che directly, walked to Jun Qinghan and fed him a pill, and then walked to Su Qingran's bed.

Listening to the sound of footsteps approaching, Su Qingran subconsciously clenched her sleeves.

Shortly after returning to the Yong'an Marquis Mansion, she was awakened by the wound on her back. She heard all their conversation just now.

Murong Che, the surname Jun...
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