"Jin’er!"
Lady Fu saw her daughter being thrown and imdiately rushed over.
Pulling her daughter up from the pile of wood, she saw blood seeping from her daughter’s hands and body. She gave a reproachful look towards Qian Jiyun.
"Jin’er, how are you? Prince Zhan, how could you treat Jin’er like this? She used to admire you the most!"
This Prince Zhan was really too insensitive. Their Jin’er admired him so much, always longing to marry Prince Zhan, even if it was just as a concubine.
Who would have thought that this Prince Zhan would dare to throw Jin’er!
"Lord Fu, where are the evidences of the cris your son fabricated?" Qian Jiyun had no ti for Lady Fu, his eyes were fixed on Lord Fu, asking coldly.
"What evidence, Prince Zhan, you say... I really don’t underst... uh!"
Lord Fu wanted to argue that he did have the evidence his son fabricated, but those could not be handed over to Prince Zhan.
If handed over, their whole family would be dood with no chance of burial, even his elder brother would not rescue them because of those fabricated cris.
But Qian Jiyun had no mood for their nonsense. Seeing him reluctant to speak, he directly raised a hand, locking Lord Fu’s throat with a stream of spiritual energy.
Quickly, his whole face flushed red, only able to struggle helplessly.
"Prince Zhan, what are you doing? We are Fu Ming’s family! Please let go, let go of my father. If anything happens to my father, Cousin Fu Ming won’t forgive you."
Seeing the situation, the Fu family son hurried over to try and rescue his father from Qian Jiyun’s grasp.
He couldn’t help but inwardly curse his father for being too indecisive. Had his father not hesitated, those evidences would have long been sent to the elder brother.
And their family would have returned to their hotown after reporting the elder brother, avoiding the current situation altogether.
"Fu Ming?"
Qian Jiyun turned his head and glanced at him.
Just a glance, and the coldness in his eyes made the Fu family son shudder all over with fear.
"Yes, Prince Zhan, we are Fu Ming’s family. You..." He forced himself to suppress the fear rushing to his head, still trying to use Fu Ming’s na to be friendly with Qian Jiyun.
"Your whole family is truly shaless!"
Qian Jiyun really found them amusing, could they truly believe that what he just heard was an illusion, as if he were deaf?
"Lord Fu, do you also think that I would let your entire family go for the sake of Fu Ming?"
"Uh, ah ah!"
Lord Fu, being choked, could barely breathe, let alone respond to Qian Jiyun.
He only knew that if Qian Jiyun didn’t let go, he would indeed die at his hands; this Prince Zhan was truly ruthless, ready to kill at any mont.
"Spare... !"
He didn’t want to die, and he was still hesitating about framing his brother earlier.
Besides, it really wasn’t his fault. If he didn’t fra his brother, and the things he did were discovered, their whole family wouldn’t survive, what could he do?
At least, if his brother’s family took the bla, the Emperor, for Fu Ming’s sake, wouldn’t have them executed, right?
"Spare you?"
Qian Jiyun laughed.
This man had the gall to ask for rcy?
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