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C1113

On his left hand, there was a cup of steaming hot coffee.

Bang bang bang.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Bo Yuheng picked up his coffee cup and took a sip.

Bitter, thick.

The most famous trump card of Pear City.

This wasn't because he loved her, but because someone …

"Your Majesty …"

Fu Qinglun, the first confidential secretary of Bo Yuheng, pushed open the door and walked in.

"What is it?"

Bo Yuheng did not raise his head, but his gaze was still fixed on the yellowing page.

"Your Majesty, a message has arrived from the Yunjing. Miss Ange has been hospitalized …"

Fu Qinglun slightly nodded and said respectfully.

"Has the child fallen?"

Bo Yuheng's cold face did not reveal a trace of heartache, but he asked without mercy.

"Only one was missing."

Fu Qinglun's head drooped even lower.

"Then think of a way to get rid of that one as well."

Bo Yuheng heavily knocked the coffee cup in his hand, causing the coffee that had yet to be finished to splash out. The ancient book was stained with brown.

"My lord, isn't this too cruel to Miss Ange …"

Fu Qinglun lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Bo Yuheng.

"I did it for her own good."

Bo Yuheng finally raised his head. The cold glint in his eyes was enough to shock anyone.

"Your Majesty …"

"If we don't get rid of him now, do we have to wait until after he is born?"

Bo Yuheng raised his voice and scolded him angrily.

"Yes, I'll do it right away …"

Fu Qinglun was angry and didn't dare to say anything else.

"My King, news came from the Floral Island. They said that Second Prince has found him …"

"Where's Lu Yiyao?"

Bo Yuheng asked harshly.

His facial features were abnormally cold, and the lines of his face were as sharp as knives. It seemed that the person he was concerned about was not Nan Huaijin, but Lu Yiyao.

"Haven't found anything yet …"

"Then why don't you send someone to look for it? "Remember, if you are alive, you want to see people, if you are dead, you want to see corpses."

Bo Yuheng looked coldly at Fu Qinglun. The cold glint in the corner of his eyes made people's hearts palpitate.

He was ruthless, cold-blooded.

"Yes."

Fu Qinglun lowered his head and felt troubled.

Sea water surrounded Floral Island.

Such a strong explosion, with Lu Yiyao standing so close to him, he was afraid that he would have already died. Even someone like Nan Huaijin, who was in a better situation, was swept far away by the waves.

It had been so long since the 'accident' had occurred, but they still had not found it. The probability of survival was most likely negative.

However, he did not dare to refute Bo Yuheng's order, nor did he dare to say anything.

He had done this to his own daughter, not to mention the others.

Of course, his biological daughter was his illegitimate daughter, not the Eldest Princess under his tutelage, Bo Wanzhou. He treated the Grand Princess extremely well. She was even doted on more than Bo Yunfei.

Fu Qinglun kept his head down and retreated to the door. The moment he raised his head, he saw Yuwen Nansheng leading Yuwen Qingge over.

"Esteemed wangfei, Miss Qingge …"

"Secretary Fu, you got scolded again?"

Before Yuwen Nansheng could say anything, Yuwen Qingge beat her to it.

"Ge'er, don't be unreasonable."

Yuwen Nansheng scolded softly.

"Aunt, I was just joking with Secretary Fu …"

Yuwen Qingge winked at Yuwen Nansheng and said playfully.

"You …"

Yuwen Nanshengliao dotingly looked at her with a gentle smile on her face.

"First princess, I have to get busy."

Fu Qinglun was in a hurry to deal with the two 'troublesome' things that Bo Yuheng had given him, so he didn't have time to continue chatting with them.

"Go."

Yuwen Nanshengwen asked.

Fu Qinglun left with big steps.

"Aunt, whenever I see Secretary Fu, he always looks like he has a heavy heart. Is it really so tiring to work with your uncle? "

Yuwen Qingge had just reached adulthood and was still in university. How could she, who was in the ivory tower, feel the pressure of work?

"Not only him, your uncle is even more tired."

"But uncle isn't …"

Yuwen Nansheng patted the back of her hand.

"Alright, let's go …"

"Aunt, should I go look for my cousin?"

Yuwen Qingge suddenly started to retreat. Bo Yuheng had always been a dignified and serious person. Other than towards Bo Wanzhou, he rarely smiled at anyone else.

Seeing Fu Qinglun come out with a worried expression, she thought that Bo Yuheng must be in a bad mood at the moment. This time, he wasn't asking for trouble.

"Child, you've come. Quickly leave …"

Yuwen Nansheng had finally grasped this opportunity, how could she let her go so easily?

"Auntie, you can just tell this to uncle, I don't need it …"

Yuwen Qingge suddenly blushed as she tugged on Yuwen Nansheng's arm and pleaded softly.

"Silly child, what if your uncle doesn't believe you?"

"It can't be, how can uncle not believe your words?"

Yuwen Qingge pouted and said coquettishly.

"Aunty …"

"Hurry up and leave."

Yuwen Nansheng remained unmoved. She held her hand and walked slowly towards Bo Yuheng's study room.

"Aiya, aunty …"

Yuwen Qingge hummed all the way to the door of the study.

Knock, knock, knock.

Yuwen Nansheng lightly knocked on the door before softly calling out.

"Yuheng …"

"Come in."

Bo Yuheng, who was drinking coffee and reading an ancient book, frowned and answered coldly.

"Aunty …"

Yuwen Qingge grabbed onto Yuwen Nansheng's arm. Her face was flushed, and a trace of fear appeared in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, just obediently stand there after you enter. You'll have aunt for everything …"

Yuwen Nansheng consoled.

"But …"1

At that moment, Yuwen Qingge had long since lost the feeling of disregarding everything and wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible.

"Go, go in …"

Yuwen Nansheng pushed open the study door.

"Aunt …"

Just like that, Yuwen Qingge was dragged in by Yuwen Nansheng.

"Yuheng …"

Yuwen Nansheng walked in and gently called Bo Yuheng.

"Yes."

Bo Yuheng slightly raised his eyebrows and glanced at her. A sinister gaze swept over, causing Yuwen Qingge to hide behind Yuwen Nansheng in fear.

"Ge'er …"

Yuwen Nansheng turned her head slightly and called out to her softly.

"Hurry up and call for people …"

"Uncle …"

Yuwen Qingge bit the bullet and called Bo Yuheng softly.

"Ge'er, be louder …"

Seeing that she was not that outstanding, Yuwen Nansheng hurriedly reminded her.

"Uncle …"

Yuwen Qingge walked out from behind Yuwen Nansheng, and her voice was much louder than before.

"You? What's the matter? "

Bo Yuheng's face looked a little impatient. After glancing at them, he lowered his eyes and continued flipping through the ancient books. His attitude was distant and indifferent.

"Yuheng, we came to ask for your help …"

"Aunty …"

Before Yuwen Nansheng could finish her sentence, Yuwen Qingge tugged on the corner of her shirt and whispered.

"Yuheng, look, you scared her?"

Yuwen Nansheng raised her eyebrows and pulled Yuwen Qingge to sit on the guest chair beside the desk.

"Isn't this little girl usually rather daring?"

Bo Yuheng drank a mouthful of coffee and said coldly.

"You are just too serious. When the children see you, who doesn't? "Besides us Wanzhou …"

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