Chapter 150: Chen Pingchu: Everything is Chen Yan framing me!

"Duke of Wei, do you know what it means that people cannot be judged by their appearance?"

"And have you heard what it means that people know their faces but not their hearts?"

Chen Yan heard this, hooked a curve at the corner of his mouth, walked slowly to Chen Tongyuan's side, put his hand on his shoulder, and said.

The speed of speech was not fast, but matched with that suggestive tone, between the lines, it was full of bewitchment.

"What do you mean by this?" Chen Tongyuan took a deep breath and asked.

For some reason, the Duke of Wei's heart was filled with some kind of speculation...

"Literal meaning!"

Chen Yan raised his brows, kicked Chen Pingchu with his foot, and laughed: "This guy's so-called timidity, respect, and caution are all faked..."

Other illegitimate brothers and sisters might not understand much.

But this one, however, left a deep impression in his memory...

A natural white lotus, good at forbearance, and good at acting...

"Eldest brother, where on earth did I offend you?"

"Why do you want to frame and slander me, an innocent person?"

Chen Pingchu lay on the ground, crying like rain, weak and unable to take care of himself, as if he had suffered a great grievance.

He paused, then continued: "Without even evidence..."

Chen Yan heard this, his eyes lit up, and he said playfully: "Who said I have no evidence?"

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.

You Xian walked over in response, holding something in his hands, looked at Chen Tongyuan, and said: "Duke of Wei, this was just searched from Chen Pingchu's room..."

"Please take a look!"

Chen Tongyuan looked at the object, didn't understand, and asked in confusion: "What is this?"

What came into view was a pile of white particles, delicate as sand, color like snow, without any other taste.

Besides that, no other peculiar features could be seen.

"Good stuff!"

Chen Yan pursed his lips and smiled, speaking loudly and seriously: "It is called: Snow-Top Song..."

"Colorless and tasteless, the appearance of death is miserable, painful, and unbearable, making people suffer torture!"

Listening to this serious introduction, Chen Pingchu, who was originally focused on crying, was panicked, and retorted repeatedly: "Impossible!"

"This is impossible!"

"This poison is not mine!"

"Eldest brother is slandering me!"

"Framing me!"

Chen Pingchu's panic wasn't because he was caught red-handed...

But that the so-called "Snow-Top Song" that was searched out wasn't his at all!

This was blatant framing!

He didn't even act anymore...

"Pa!"

Chen Tongyuan took a step forward, grabbed Chen Pingchu's neck, slapped him, kept a gloomy face, and questioned: "Then tell me, what is the reason for Chen Yan to do this?"

"What do you have that is worth him, a dignified Zhuque Mirror Master, framing you?"

If Chen Tongyuan had been half-believing before, leaning toward Chen Yan's nonsense...

But when the "evidence" was brought out, he couldn't help but believe it.

Plus, there wasn't even a little grudge between the two; why would Chen Yan want to do that?

If he wanted to frame someone, why didn't he slander Gubai?

"I..."

Chen Pingchu, whose brain was buzzing from the slap, was speechless for a moment.

He never thought that he could have a day of being backlashed by his own setup.

Chen Tongyuan sniffed the foul smell emanating from Chen Cijiu's body, becoming increasingly angry, and roared: "What deep hatred do you have with Cijiu that you had to put him to death?"

"Pa!"

Immediately, he swung his arm around, aimed at Chen Pingchu's other cheek, and slapped him again.

Chen Yan, who was watching the fun with great interest, spoke at the right time, adding fuel to the fire: "I actually know the reason for this..."

"You know?" Chen Tongyuan's brows furrowed, "What is it?"

Chen Yan smacked his lips, put his hands on his chest, and told the story in the tone of a storyteller, with cadence: "A year ago, Chen Cijiu snatched a maid Chen Pingchu loved..."

"After getting tired of playing, he threw the corpse in the suburbs, letting the wolves gnaw on it, not even leaving a whole corpse..."

"Perhaps from that time on, he held a grudge!"

"Always waiting for an opportunity..."

This wasn't Chen Yan making things up, but something that truly existed in his memory.

It should be that the original owner had witnessed the whole process with his own eyes...

The facts were facts, but between the lines, it was all instigation and arching fire.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Spitting blood!"

Chen Pingchu, who was exposed, covered his face with one hand and pointed at Chen Yan with the other, saying sternly.

"It seems there really was such a thing..."

Chen Gubai was startled, recalled slightly, as if remembering something, and muttered: "Second brother did indeed occupy a maid, and even played her to death..."

This backstabbing was not inaccurate.

Given the relationship between Chen Gubai and Chen Yan, he didn't have the position to speak for Chen Yan...

That could only mean that it all really happened!

He couldn't help but believe it...

For a moment, Chen Tongyuan's anger rushed to the top of his head, and he cursed: "Bastard!"

"Animal!"

"How did I give birth to such a thing that commits fratricide?"

"Pa pa!"

The ear-slaps fell on Chen Pingchu's face like raindrops, one after another.

Before long, it was swollen like a pig's head.

"Father, Second Brother is your son, am I not?"

"You just listen to Chen Yan's one-sided words?"

Chen Pingchu, who was broken by the slaps, could no longer maintain his weak and timid image, and contrary to his usual state, he roared hysterically.

The persona he had been wearing for so long was finally unable to be maintained... Chen Yan saw this, leaned his elbow on Zhu Yi's shoulder, and laughed inwardly.

In his memory, the two Chen Cijiu brothers were openly bad to the original owner...

While this one who put on an act was secretly bad, secretly arching fire, which was even more disgusting.

"The evidence is as solid as a mountain, and you still want to quibble?"

Chen Tongyuan, who was contradicted, panted heavily, put one hand on his waist, pointed at Chen Pingchu with the other, and said sternly: "That Snow-Top Song, wasn't it searched from your room?"

Chen Pingchu just wanted to defend himself, when he heard Meng Wan Yi's crazy voice in his ear: "You killed my son, I want you to pay with your life!"

Only to see the woman's eyes glowing green, rushing over crazily, unable to suppress the emotions in her heart anymore.

Chen Pingchu didn't have Chen Yan's reaction and skill; he was rushed head-on, and Meng Wan Yi was on his body, tearing and scratching crazily.

Before long, that fair skin was full of bloodstains.

"It wasn't me!"

"Father, you have to believe me!"

"Everything is Chen Yan framing me!"

Even though he was in pain, Chen Pingchu didn't forget to defend himself.

"Duke of Wei, if Chen Pingchu refuses to admit it, why not hand him over to me?"

Chen Yan saw this, walked to Chen Tongyuan's side, smiled warmly, and suggested: "My Mingjing Si has plenty of ways to make him spit it out!"

"This..." Chen Tongyuan hesitated; after all, this was family business...

You Xian stood beside Chen Cijiu's corpse, took over the conversation, pointed lightly, and said playfully: "Duke, the Second Young Master died so miserably..."

"Don't you want the culprit to suffer the same pain?"

"Good." Chen Tongyuan, whose anger overcame his reason, was persuaded.

Chen Yan nodded with satisfaction, exchanged a look with You Xian, and said: "Duke of Wei, don't forget the thing you promised me!"

"The Old Master's spirit tablet..."

After saying that, he didn't look back and walked straight toward the outside of the main gate.

Mingjing Si.

Zhuque Hall.

Interrogation room.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The branding iron, burned red-hot, covered Chen Pingchu's chest, emitting wails one after another.

"Like listening to immortal music, the ears are temporarily bright!" Chen Yan smacked his lips and sighed.

"Why?"

"Eldest brother, why do you want to frame me?"

Enduring the severe pain, Chen Pingchu asked unwillingly.

"My good younger brother, don't you know clearly?"

Chen Yan raised the red-hot branding iron, blew on it lightly, and said with a smile that wasn't a smile: "Do you really think I don't know about the calculations you once disguised?" ===== CHAPTER 151 =====