Yuehua just sent Miss Liu Er away.

Since Yuehua moved in, Liu Er came almost every day, either giving food or clothes, which was really good to him.

But Yuehua couldn't respond at all. He didn't hate Liu Er, but he just annoyed her. He always felt that something was missing when he was with her. Yuehua was not a patient and gentle person who was indifferent to everyone. He was essentially very indifferent and also a selfish person. This time, he didn't know if he was crazy, so he took the initiative to take on this matter.

He breathed and was about to close the door and go to bed when the candle in the room suddenly went out. Yuehua closed the door and groped to light the candle. Finally, he touched the fire note. Just when he was about to light it, he found something wrong.

There was breathing sound in the room, and there was another person here.

Yuehua only felt his scalp numb. He hurriedly retreated, but accidentally tripped by the chair. Then there was a wind. He could even feel the wind was a bit sharp and cold, it was a knife... Someone took the knife and slashed at him.

Yuehua knew very well in her heart, but her body could not react at all. She could only watch the cold light approaching. In an instant, blood sprayed out... "Ah..." Zhong Yihuan woke up from her dream. She sat on the bed in a daze, and it took a long time to come back to her senses.

She dreamed that Yuehua was slashed by someone. The knife was quick and almost cut off his head. Warm blood splattered everywhere. Zhong Yihuan could even feel the hot temperature of the blood.

She saw him lying in a pool of blood, and his beautiful eyes gradually lost their luster and became lifeless.

Suddenly, a sound came from outside the door, and then the maid knocked on the door.

A sense of ominous premonition surged in Zhong Yihuan's heart.

She put on a dress and followed the maid to the front hall. Wei Ping'an and Wei Chenguang were both there. When they saw Zhong Yihuan, their faces looked a little ugly, and they wanted to speak but stopped.

Zhong Yihuan suddenly felt a little afraid to step forward, she was afraid to hear something she didn't want to hear.

Yes, scared.

Zhong Yihuan rarely has emotional fluctuations, and she rarely even feels any emotions, but now, she really feels that kind of fear.

She once asked Mr. Su why he likes the old princess so much.

Old Master Su said he didn't know either.

He was silent for a while, and looked at his daughter and said, "Maybe she can make me feel like I live like a person."

Zhong Yihuan never understood this sentence. She used to think it was quite ridiculous. The blood of the Zhong family was bleeding from the Zhong family. The Zhong family started with her grandfather or some other ancestors on it. The unprofessional princess said that they were sick.

Zhong Yihuan never felt that way. She felt very good. She was much better than her grandfather. At least she wouldn't wash her hands hundreds of times a day, nor would she have to put things neatly. She just rarely felt the joys, anger, sorrows and happiness of others. She was cold and bloodthirsty. When facing the corpse, she was never afraid, but was only more excited.

Grandfather said that a person like her is born to be a cold-blooded killer.

The blood of their family is cold.

Zhong Yihuan always thought so, but today, she suddenly felt fear.

She looked at Wei Ping'an and asked calmly: "What's wrong?"

Wei Ping'an frowned and said, "It's Yuehua... He encountered assassination..." Zhong Yihuan thought of the bloody dream, and his heart sank.
Chapter completed!