Chapter 406 Want Her Dead_1

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Yenjing, inside the gardens of the old Cen House.

With the New Year approaching, the old house was decked out with big red lanterns, a festive air filling every room.

Yet, at this moment, the Cen family was unlike before, the vast estate eerily silent, deathly still.

Many people stood in the great hall of the old Cen House, arrayed in two rows, some sitting, some standing. At the top of the hall sat an elderly woman with white hair, her face as gloomy as the sky blurred by haze.

In the center of the hall, there was a wheelchair. Seated in the wheelchair was Cen Jinghua.

The current Cen Jinghua no longer possessed his former vitality; he stared blankly ahead, without anger, joy, resentment, or laughter.

If it weren't for the rise and fall of Cen Jinghua's chest, indicating he was still breathing, others might mistake him for a wax figure.

"Hua'er! Wuu wuu wuu... My Hua'er, my poor, fated child!"