Chapter 208: The King’s Return (5)
The subordinate silently dressed Sheng Ting’s wounds, not even daring to breathe heavily.
“Brother Ting, the young lady… she…” seems strange.
That Sheng Chuzheng of the past, she’s nothing like she is now.
But the subordinate dared not voice these thoughts.
Fearing he might provoke Sheng Ting.
Sheng Ting’s eyes were dark and heavy: “Have Zhuang Yi come to see me.”
“…” The subordinate responded.
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The elderly man hurried in: “Miss, Young Master Tang… Sheng Ting’s car has already left.”
Sheng Ting used to be the young master of the Sheng Family.
But after Sheng Min disappeared, he immediately set up his own establishment, an arrangement he had been planning for years.
Sheng Ting took most of the Sheng Family’s people and business with him.
In the end, Sheng Ting was the true cause of the Sheng Family’s current downfall.
Mr. Sheng had raised him for so many years, only to end up nurturing a thankless wretch…
The thought made the old man seethe with anger.
“Hmm.”
Chuzheng sat on the steps of the staircase, facing Yin Hong who seemed on the verge of passing out.
The old man was somewhat trembling with apprehension.
The young lady looked calm at the moment, but for some reason he found her somewhat terrifying.
More terrifying than when Mr. Sheng was furious.
Yin Hong was also scared witless by Chuzheng; at that moment, he wished he could faint away, yet the pain made him all too aware.
Once Yin Hong’s people were cleared out, the old man stood beside Chuzheng, asking with concern, “Miss, where have you been these past days?”
With the master missing, the miss as well…
“I was locked up by Sheng Ting,” Chuzheng said calmly.
Sheng Ting?
The old man couldn’t believe it, his murky eyes flashing with anger: “Miss, Sheng Ting he… he locked you up?”
Chuzheng nodded.
“How dare he!” the old man trembled with rage.
The master treated him like his own son.
How could he do such a thing.
Even as the Sheng Family fell, he did not spare the miss.
Beast!
Monster!!
“Miss…” the old man’s voice choked up: “Did Sheng Ting… did he do anything to you?”
“No.”
The old man heaved a sigh of relief.
Chuzheng asked, “Are there any bodyguards left for the Sheng Family?”
In this vast estate, so far, she seemed to have only seen this one person.
The old man, Gao Ping, used to be the butler.
Gao Ping sighed helplessly and shook his head: “There’s no one left, they’ve all gone.”
When a tree falls, the monkeys scatter; those of the Sheng Family had already sought other branches long ago.
There were indeed some old servants who stayed.
But Yin Hong arrived two days ago, and he made those people leave.
Yin Hong and his people, with countless lives on their hands, preferred the hope of living over certain death.
Now, only he remained here.
However, Gao Ping found it strange that those from the Sheng Family hadn’t touched the estate.
Thinking of this, Gao Ping couldn’t help but have tear-filled eyes: “Miss, they all say the master is dead, but I don’t think it’s true. The master must still be alive; he wouldn’t just abandon you like that.”
Whether Sheng Min was dead or alive, the original host never knew until her death.
Chuzheng fiddled with a broken porcelain shard.