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In the ward of the West Wing, Lin Chu Yue and Gao Mo Li chatted for the entire afternoon. Only when Gao Mo Li was waiting for him to fall asleep did Lin Chu Yue finally leave the ward.

"What are you doing here?" With a trace of boredom in his eyes, Lin Chu Yue looked at Lin Miao Ran who was dressed in blue robes.

"Alright, I've finished drinking. In the future, you don't need to cook any supplements for me. The West Wing's sickroom is not a place where you should come to." Placing the empty bowl in his hand on the wood case in Lin Miao Ran's hand, Lin Chu Yue left the West Wing in a flash.

Clenching her fists tightly, the malicious intent in her beautiful eyes was indescribably wronged. Lin Miao Ran turned around, bit her lips and stared at Lin Chu Yue's figure: "Lin Chu Yue, just you wait for me."

"Eldest Miss."

Raising his head, he looked at the anger in Uncle Lin's eyes and Lin Chu Yue was startled: "What's wrong, Uncle Lin, did you have your coffin stolen?"

Uncle Lin sighed and walked in front of Lin Chu Yue: "First Miss, Second Madam wants to touch the Lin Mansion's silver, she said that she wants to buy clothes for Second Miss."

Ever since he had split up the Lin Family's sect, he had always been by Lin Xiang's side, working diligently and diligently. Even if the Lin Mansion had declined, he had never abandoned this family with his old bones, but the Second Madam and Third Madam, together with Second Young Miss, had dropped stones when the Lin Mansion was in greatest danger, stealing all of the money they had left the Lin Mansion.

But now, the well that the young miss was controlling had been restored to its former glory, and those three people had actually shamelessly returned to the Lin Family, and were even giving orders to the servants.

"How much silver does Nangong Clan want?" Lin Chu Yue was calculating the cost of the renovations in the house across the street.

"Two hundred silver taels?" Lin Chu Yue raised her eyebrows and laughed. This mother and daughter pair really dared to ask for money: "Give me two wives and three wives five silver every month. Tell them to drink Bei Feng's wine after spending it." As for the clothes and things like that, I'll think about it. "

"Yes, Eldest Miss. This old servant will go and tell them right away. "

Uncle Lin turned around and left the study, leaving Lin Chu Yue alone to continue counting.

Today, Lin Miao Ran's goal in heading to West Wing was obvious, she just wanted to catch up with some wealthy business there, that's all.

She only stopped Nangong Clan, Jiang Clan and Lin Miao Ran because of Lin Tian Lei. If the three of them did something that would damage Lin Mansion's reputation and threaten him, she would personally send them on their way.

At night, a cold wind blew.

Lin Chu Yue put down her bowl and chopsticks, looked at Nangong Clan and the others on the table, and said indifferently: "There's still some time before the end of the year. In a few days, we will go together to pay respects to father."

Seeing that the three did not reply, Lin Chu Yue was too lazy to continue.

At this time, the wooden door that was initially shut opened. Facing the cold wind, a red-purple robed Feng Yan appeared in everyone's line of sight.

Lin Chu Yue frowned, seeing Feng Yan in front of him, she stood up and was about to escape, but the purple-coloured figure leaped and tightly held Lin Chu Yue in her embrace.

"Why did you run when you saw This King?" The magnetic low voice contained a playful smile, and Feng Yan ignored everyone's gaze and hugged Lin Chu Yue in their arms.

And Lin Chu Yue, who was trapped in Feng Yan's embrace, struggled. The moment he thought about what happened this morning, his face instantly flushed red to the point of overflowing blood. Your Royal Highness, put me down first, I have something to show you. "

"Oh, what are you going to show This King?" He gently put Lin Chu Yue down, and that pair of deep blue eyes revealed a light smile. What exactly did this little woman want to show him? However, the moment Feng Yan put Lin Chu Yue down, that light white figure flashed, and escaped, leaving behind a handsome man with a helpless smile on his face.

"Yue Er, if I find you, I will definitely punish you." He strode out of the hall and headed in the direction Lin Chu Yue disappeared in. Feng Yan didn't notice the infatuation in his eyes in the slightest.

A heavenly figure appeared in her line of sight. Was this the China's number one War God King, Feng Yan?