s of electricity through Su Qingying's blood."Hah! Jun Liye, you're looking for death! Mmm..." It took a moment for Jun Liye to loosen his grip, and Su Qingying gasped for breath, sprawled against his..."Your Majesty bestows this upon you."
"No, I'm furious to see you!" Su Qingying said angrily. She took two steps and suddenly remembered something. She pointed at the pile of things on the ground she had bought, "Send my things to Liuyun Palace, not one less. Don't secretly hide any."
"....."
Not far away, Lan Feiyu was sitting in a teahouse with her maid Bi'er. Bi'er looked at her young mistress's terrifying face and felt a pang of fear in her heart. She carefully opened her mouth: "Second Miss, are we leaving"
"Where are you going Can't you see that Miss Lan is in a bad mood" Lan Feiyu turned her head and slapped Bi'er hard across the face. The force was so great that Bi'er's flawless complexion instantly swelled up high.
Lan Feiyu's beautiful face was contorted with hatred, "Damn Su Qingying, after being abandoned by the Duke of Rui, she actually shamelessly flirted with the Regent King of Beiling! Hmph, what a shameless woman, I won't let her get away with this!"
Bir slowly lowered her head and secretly wiped away her tears. Her small body trembled in fear, gritting her teeth, she dared not speak out despite her anger.
"What are you doing, standing there Hurry up! You're so clumsy!" A surge of anger burned in her chest, Lan Feiyu slapped her again, obviously taking out her frustrations on her.
Unfulfilled, she still grimaced and rubbed her hands, "What a despicable wretch, with such thick skin! Hitting this lady has even hurt my own hands!"
"Yes, Second Miss, it is my fault." Bi'er lowered her head and whispered softly, clenching her hand into a fist inside her sleeve.
"Hmph, let's go." Following behind Lan Feiyue, Bi'er's tear-filled eyes flickered with a hint of resentment.
Meanwhile, in the Right Prime Minister's residence.
In the courtyard pavilion, Xuan Yuan Che and Lan Xin Yao sat opposite each other. Ten or so delicious dishes were delicately arranged on the stone table.
"Master Wang, are you alright Do you feel unwell" Lan Xinyao put down her chopsticks and asked softly.
Blue Heart Yao was dressed to impress tonight, in a stunning scarlet-red water gauze plum blossom skirt with a flowing design. Her eyes were bright and her figure elegant, giving off an air of refined grace and gentle grandeur.
"It's fine, don't worry." Xuan Yuan Che's bottom was still aching from the hundred strokes he received last time on Xuan Yuan Luo Chen's orders. The cold stone chair contacted his raw skin, causing him to gasp in pain.
A sheen of cold sweat appeared on his temples, Xuan Yuan Che casually waved his hand, "By the way, what happened to your appointment with this king tonight"
Upon hearing this, Lan Xin Yao’s eyes were filled with love as she gazed at Xuan Yuan Che. Her gaze was enchanting, and her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. She shyly said, “Your Highness, before because you had a betrothal with the East Yue Fifth Princess, Xin Yao did not dare to dream. Now that Your Highness is free, Xin Yao only wants to know if the promise you made that day to marry me will be fulfilled Xin Yao has actually always admired you.”
After saying that, she quickly lowered her head slightly. As a woman, Lan Xin Yao had taken a lot of courage to confess so boldly.
Her small hand tightly gripped her handkerchief, her heart pounding like thunder. She was a mixture of anticipation and shyness, deeply nervous about his response.
"Xinyao, I..." Xuanyuan Che was taken aback. He hadn't expected Lan Xinyao to confess her feelings to him. For a moment, he looked at Lan Xinyao with a complex expression. After a pause, he said softly, "I'm sorry."
"What do you mean by that, Your Highness Xinyao doesn't understand." Lan Xinyao incredulously lifted her head to look at him, her lips trembled, and her eyes widened.
After a long silence, Xuan Yuan Che's face was filled with remorse. "Xin Yao, I'm sorry, this king cannot marry you. It is this king who has wronged you. In this king's heart, I have always regarded you as a confidante. This king apologizes to you."
Xuan Yuan Che himself didn't know why he would reject Lan Xin Yao's affections. In his eyes, wasn't Lan Xin Yao always the graceful lady he had been pursuing Why would he resist marrying her so much
For a moment, his mind was filled with Su Qingying's cunning smile as she calculated others. Every frown and smile of hers tugged at his heart, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but rise in pleasure.
In a flash, he realized with surprise that he had probably been unknowingly drawn to her.
"Bang!" The chopsticks were swept to the ground by her, Lan Xin Yao's heart pounded wildly, she stared blankly at Xuan Yuan Che, her delicately painted face drained of all color.
Why Doesn't he love her Didn't he promise to marry me
Blue heart Yao self-deprecating smile, eyes filled with tears, along the face flowed down, the bitterness in her heart like a tide overwhelmed, suffocated her, "Your Highness need not blame yourself It is Xin Yao wishful thinking, self-love."
"Xinyao..." Seeing her lost and heartbroken, Xuen Yuan Che felt even more guilty.
"Let's not talk about this anymore, Your Highness. Xiny Yao doesn't have the good fortune to be by your side. Drink this cup of wine, it's all Xiny Yao's longing." Wiping away her tears, Lan Xiny Yao raised the wine flask and poured two cups. She held up a cup and offered it to Xuanyuan Che, her eyes filled with tears, but she forced a smile.
"Xuan Yuan Che felt compassion in his heart, 'It's my own misfortune, why must you do this'"
"Master Wang, wouldn't you even agree to this small request of Xin Yao" Lan Xin Yao did not retract her hand. She stood there pitifully, the night wind blowing, stirring her clothes, making her look like a delicate willow in the wind, as if she could be blown over by a gust.
"Alright, this King shall drink." Xuanyuan Che also stood up, reaching out to take her cup of wine and draining it in one gulp.
Just putting down his wine glass, Lan Xinyao's figure swayed, almost falling. Xuanyuan Che hurriedly reached out to support her, "Xinyao!"
"My Lord, Xinyao is not feeling well, so I will take my leave. Cai Lian, let's go back." Facing his concerned gaze, Lan Xinyao gave a wry smile, as if struggling to hold back something. She turned and left.
After taking two steps, Lan Xinyo's body went soft and she fell straight back. Cai Lian was immediately startled and exclaimed, "Miss!"
"Xinyáo, you can't even walk straight. This king will carry you back." Xuan Yuan Che helped her up, feeling guilty to the bone, and scooped her up in his arms.
"Xiny Yao thanks the Lord." Blue Xiny Yao hugged him tightly, not resisting, only drooping her beautiful eyes with sorrow.
Xuan Yuan Che stopped speaking and carried her all the way to Xinyao Pavilion.
He gently placed her on the bed. Xuanyuan Che felt a wave of dizziness, but he didn't think much of it. He softly said, "Xiny Yao, you rest well. This king will come see you tomorrow."
"My Lord..." Just as Xuen Yuan Che had risen slightly, Lan Xin Yao rushed into his arms and closed her eyes, her lips constantly swirling on his.
"Uh! Xiny Yao..." Xuan Yuan Che's eyes widened in alarm, he quickly pushed her away, but she only clung to him tighter.
The dizziness in his head came again, Xuan Yuan Che opened his eyes hazily and looked at Lan Xin Yao. His eyes were filled with tenderness, he no longer pushed her away, but instead pressed her down tightly, mumbling in his mouth, "Su Qingying..."
Lan Xin Yao's lightly closed eyes suddenly flew open, her gaze cold and vicious, laced with a crazed hatred.
Su Qingying! He actually took himself as Su Qingying!
Why
Where exactly does Lan Xin Yao fall short compared to Su Qing Ying Why, Xuan Yuan Che, would you rather like Su Qing Ying than accept heri Ye's body trembled. Su Qing Ying turned back in confusion and met Yu Feng's gaze. Her face instantly darkened, "You're still glaring! Believe me, I'll smash your dog head with one punch!""Master, he...