She looked at the man lying on the bed with a hint of endless apology: "I am not willing to go back to Xinjiang and I am not willing to lose all the benefits. I feel that it is too much to drag you down and want to repay you a little, so I decided to cooperate under the instigation of Sora Matsui. After all, the whole process does not require the Hua family to do too much."

She breathed out a long breath: "It's just that you were injured and avoid the cocktail party and opened channels to let them enter Beijing. I thought the attack would be successful tonight, and even if it was bad, they would die together. Who knew that Nan Changshou and Xibuluo would survive. When they woke up, they would find us."

Premier Hua shook his head with a grudge: "You, how could you have such a ridiculous idea? Why are you still greedy for that little power? I am in my sixties, what's the point of being a prime minister for a few years? And don't you know the essence of the heavenly shrine? How can it give you a advantage?"

"They just want hundreds of millions!"

Concubine Jin pursed her lips and argued: "A hundred million yuan will make a future, and they will also lead Zhao Heng and others away so that the poisonous bee can attack smoothly. But she didn't expect that the boy would kill Park Tae-do so quickly and destroy our plan to take action step by step."

Although Concubine Jin seemed desperate about her current situation, if she was given another chance to start over, she would still choose to cooperate with Sora Matsui without hesitation. The Heavenly Shrine only costs 400 million yuan, so how could she let go of such a good thing? Moreover, she believed in the Heavenly Shrine’s hatred for Princess Jin.

It's a pity that the effort failed.

"I'm sorry, hero, I harmed the Hua family again!"

Concubine Jin's eyes slid down two lines of turbid tears. For the first time, she felt that the Hua family was in a desperate situation and that her life and death were no longer under control. She looked at the man on the bed in pain, hoping that he could comfort herself as much as before and told him that he would find a way to settle this bad incident.

But she knew very well that tonight's attack had touched the bottom line of the entire Chinese high-level, especially dozens of officials and more than a hundred guards who died in Building 12. No matter how capable her husband is, she is afraid that she will be unable to make up for the situation. However, she still looked at her husband with tears in her eyes hoping that a miracle would happen.

"You don't have to worry too much!"

Hua Yingxiong reached out and pulled the woman over and patted her back gently, then squeezed out a warm smile: "Although this incident is bad, someone must be responsible, but I will not let you be hurt. Don't worry, I will go to Zhongnanhai to apologize tomorrow, and I will bear all the crimes alone."

When Concubine Jin was shocked and embarrassed, Hua Yingxiong's body became firm: "I will tell Nan Changshou and others that everything was planned and planned by me. The purpose was to be unwilling to fall behind the Prime Minister's position and want to regain power. Now that the attack has failed, I am willing to admit defeat."

"The king succeeds and the enemy defeats the enemy!"

Hua Yingxiong turned his head to look at the woman beside him: "I don't care that my head fell and made them irritate their anger!" His voice suddenly became softer: "But I will ask you to go back to Xinjiang City to retire. You can't do anything anymore. This is what I can do for you in the end."

Concubine Jin burst into tears: "Hero--"

When the capital was completely blocking Xu Jin and not leaving, Zhao Heng was appearing in the Zhao Mansion and looking at the sleeping Zhao Dingtian, with a hint of care on his face but said nothing. Until he walked out of the heavily guarded attic, he threw a sentence to Da Jinyi: "The old man was not poisoned, why did he faint?"
Chapter completed!