Everyone thought it was a conspiracy designed by a political enemy with ulterior motives, but Mr. Chen's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations.

His eyes were red and his tiger's eyes were filled with tears, "She... died? What disease did she have?"

Linlang's lips were pursed tightly, and his heart sip was slightly sore. "The depression became a disease, and there was no cure for heart disease."

In my memory, that woman never showed her face, and her longing was engraved in her bones. She cried in the wind, day after day, year after year, and finally couldn't hold on.

Like a bolt from the blue, Mr. Chen was greatly stimulated and collapsed. He held the jade pendant tightly. His face was as pale as paper, and his body was shaking. The eldest princess was so scared that she hurriedly supported him and comforted him in a low voice.

Looking at the heartbroken man, a hint of happiness emerged in Linlang's heart. His beautiful wife and children were with him, and he lived a glorious life, but her mother was not as good as death.

"The little girl came all the way to report her demise. Her mother passed away half a year ago. Before her death, she asked me to return the tokens of your husband's love to you. She did not ask for the same coffin and had a pillow. She agreed to cancel it, and you could do whatever you want."

The eldest princess's eyes narrowed, and she stared at the snow-white jade pendant coldly, her face making her look extremely difficult to see.

Mr. Chen felt heartbroken, heartbroken, and wailed in pain, "She promised me that she would live well, how could she die? How could she?"

How could she walk in front of him? She agreed to die together!

His sad expression made the eldest princess bit her teeth secretly and was angry, but she could only grit her teeth and hold back and remember all her hatred on Linlang's head.

Linlang seemed to have not seen it, and a faint sadness appeared on his expression.

"Life and death have destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven. For her, death is a kind of liberation."

This is the truth, not that you don’t mind, but that life is more difficult than death.

"No." Mr. Chen let out a shrill cry of sorrow and spurted blood.

Everyone was shocked and rushed over.

"Father."

"Brother Ping."

"Ping'er." The old lady was scared and fainted.

In a panic in the hall, the eldest son of the Chen family, Chen Lian rushed over angrily, "Blast this little bitch out."

The guests watched coldly and did not come forward to help. Linlang took a few steps back calmly and asked coldly, "I am a little bitch, so are you, born from the same father, who is more noble than who? No, I am the eldest daughter of the legitimate wife, and you are a traitor, how can you compare?"

The interior was silent, and everyone's faces were extremely strange.

Chen Lianru was punched hard and was so angry that she was crazy.

"What did you say?"

He is the future heir of the Marquis’ Mansion, and the son of the eldest princess. He is the real pride of heaven. He is praised and favored by others. How could he ever suffer such humiliation?

Linlang smiled coldly, "When he was not famous and had no family, he was born with adultery, of course, he gave birth to a child."

This sentence reveals too much information, and everyone is imagining it. Before Su's death, did they get involved?

Oh my God, a shocking secret!

After saying this, the Su family blocked their way at that time. Is this the real reason why the Su family will die?

If, according to what the girl said, Su is not dead, and Mr. Chen knows that she is not dead, what does this mean?

Scandal, big scandal, scandal seen in the capital for a century!

Chen Ping finally recovered and sat blankly on the chair, his face as if dead.
Chapter completed!