Chapter 124 Ling Zhu
Ling Zhu really didn't know what to say. Was the Fourth Prince's Mansion some kind of monster's cave? His good daughter went crazy after entering it.

A flash of paranoid madness flashed through Niuhulu's eyes: "If he doesn't give birth to Hongli with me, then I'll find someone else to give birth to a child with me!"

Ling Zhu pushed the door open subconsciously, and after seeing that no one was eavesdropping, he closed the door tightly again. He ignored the stench coming from his daughter and approached her and shouted, "You are crazy. How dare you say such a thing!"

"My daughter has gone crazy a long time ago. Do you know what kind of dark life I have led in the Prince's Mansion these years?" Niu Hulu shouted hysterically, "I want him to die, and they all die!"

"Father, the prince wants to kill me!" Niuhulu's tone suddenly changed to a pitiful one, but with the clay-painted face, it looked a little out of place.

"He has already started, look." Niuhulu tore open the clothes on his neck and saw a shocking wound across his neck, like a mark of strangulation.

"Father, did Lord Beile tell you about my death?"

Ling Zhu's eyelids were twitching wildly. Since he met his daughter today, every word Daya said was challenging his nerves.

"This was done by Lord Beile himself. If it weren't for my luck, he would have thought I was dead and I wouldn't have been able to escape." Niuhulu grabbed Ling Zhu's hand and said, "Father, it's just right for me to change my identity and enter the Crown Prince's Mansion as the adopted daughter of the Niuhulu family or something."

"You still remember those prophetic dreams your daughter had, right?" Niuhulu said, "It seems that she misunderstood them before. The most recent dream she had was about the crown prince ascending the throne. Isn't it worth a try?"

Ling Zhu was a little moved, but a little hesitant: "But you've been married."

Niuhulu bit her lip in shame and anger: "It's just blood, my daughter has thought of a way to fool people."

“As long as the rice is cooked, the goal is half accomplished.”

"What is the other half?" Ling Zhu asked.

"Give birth to Hongli!" Niuhulu suddenly smiled playfully, not serious at all, "Hongli! My Hongli!"

Seeing that Niuhulu was somewhat confused, Ling Zhu shook his head subconsciously: "This is too absurd. Ama can't do anything. You and Ama can go home. Ama can still support you."

Niuhulu shook her head frantically: "No, if you can't help me, I'll do it myself!"

After saying this, he poured all the snacks on the table into his arms, pushed open the door of the private room, and disappeared without a trace.

Ling Zhu felt a little uneasy, wondering whether this daughter who had been weird since childhood would bring disaster to their Niuhulu family.

Thinking of this, Ling Zhu told the shopkeeper: "Keep an eye on the beggar who was with me. If you see him again, remember to notify me immediately."

"Oh, and prepare some cloud cake for him to eat."

"As you command." The shopkeeper nodded and bowed, feeling very aggrieved. These beggars all looked the same, how could he tell them apart?

Regardless of Nianhulu's plan, Yinzhen did feel that this woman was unusual. Although he confirmed her death information again and again, he always felt that something was wrong, so he sent people to secretly keep an eye on Ling Zhu's mansion.

Sure enough, there was some unusual movement in Ling Zhu's family. The spy said that Ling Zhu had been absent-minded since returning from the jade shop and had been staying in the study.

He also asked people to pay special attention to a little beggar.

Yinzhen thought this matter was quite interesting.

He continued to stare at Ling Zhu's mansion and the jade shop. Is it true that Niuhulu is not dead?
Yinzhen sneered. He wanted to see what this woman could do after she was free! ******
Honghui is being forced to stay in bed by Yihuan. It is the first time for Liuliu to see her big brother lying in bed and unable to get up. She finds it very interesting and comes to give Honghui a "huhu" on his arm every day regardless of the weather. According to her, the pain will go away if she huhus the arm.

"Big brother never loved me." Although Honghui really liked his sister being close to him, he was not really disabled.

Liuliu stretched out her chubby little hand and pushed Honghui down on the bed: "It hurts. Mom said that big brother lost a lot of blood and it hurts a lot."

How should I put it? If Honghui could get in touch with the children in his previous life, he would definitely agree with one of their words.

There is a kind of pain that makes your mother feel your pain.

There was no other choice, Honghui could only keep him at home.

What made Honghui even more unbearable was that his mother suddenly asked him, "Is the little girl from the Fucha family pretty?"

He answered subconsciously: "She looks okay, but a little silly."

Honghui looked up and saw Yihua's expression of trying not to laugh, and his face immediately blushed: "Mother, that's not what I meant."

Yihuan was watching her son's excitement: "Mother, it doesn't mean anything. What do you mean?"

Honghui didn't want to talk to Yihuan, so he turned around and faced the bed, leaving only the back of his head visible to Yihuan.

Knowing that her son was shy, Yihua said nothing more and left a visiting card in Honghui's room: "The wife of the head of the Fucha family will bring their daughter to visit you. It's up to you whether you want to meet again or not. Mother can do it."

Yihuan turned around and left after she finished speaking. After thinking for a while, she tiptoed towards the window, gently lifted a corner of the window frame, and adjusted the angle so that she could see Honghui's every move.

I saw the boy turned over from the bed, looked at the visiting card and put it down expressionlessly, then he ran straight to the window frame in his direction, stopped, and opened the window with force.

Honghui was somewhat helpless: "Mother, do you want to come in and sit for a while?"

Yihuan was caught peeking and felt a little guilty: "Mother just got lost, I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now."

Honghui shook his head and smiled. He was used to his mother talking nonsense in front of him, and even her excuses were perfunctory.

He glanced at the visiting card engraved with gold powder again, and thought of the panic-stricken girl that day. He heard that she was in a very bad situation in the Fucha family. Should he help her?

Honghui was a child with a strong possessiveness. From childhood to adulthood, he would never give anything that passed through his hands to others, even if he had to break it. Later, Liuliu became an exception, and he doted on this sister to the utmost.

As he got older, he learned to hide his unusual paranoia, but it was still there in his bones.

Just like Fu Cha Wanling this time, Honghui felt that he saved her with half of his arm, so her life would belong to him from now on. Similarly, he couldn't be so weak as to be bullied by others.

Yihuan has seen it very clearly over the years. For example, Honghui has a lot of admiration for Emperor Kangxi, so he has been very cold to the two brothers Hongxi and Hongjin who are capable of competing for his favor since childhood, but he is friendly to the other grandchildren of the emperor.

It is this kind of Honghui that makes him even more lovable.

This child is really pitiful as he is burdened by the theory of destiny. I hope the little girl from the Fucha family will not let Honghui down.