Ling Yuan frowned deeply, and raised his eyes to look at Xianyin standing in front of him.

The bleak past buried in my heart suddenly didn't all come together.

He has also been the most disgusted prince in the entire palace since he was a child, and if it weren't for the protection of the queen mother, those people wouldn't even have flattery.

All the infinite scenery is living in an illusion.

The smell of alcohol filled the room, and his cold breath froze the air.

Shuangquan couldn't help but squeeze it very tightly.

Maybe it's a little drunk, and things that you don't usually think about are suddenly magnified many times.

The unwillingness and resentment in my heart, coupled with the loss of what I wanted but never got it......

All emotions are intertwined, making the already yin owl even more dangerous.

Even though the red colors in the room were festive, they couldn't suppress the condensation of the dull air into ice.

Xianyin walked over to the side shelf, took down a dry towel, and slowly wiped the spilled drinks on the table.

She lowered her eyebrows, her face was gentle, and she looked as plain as a person without any emotion.

Ling Yuan couldn't help but look at her deeply, one after another.

Suddenly, he stood up, his bony fingers pinching Xianyin's jaw, forcing her to look up at his gloomy and dangerous face.

"Then congratulations, now there is another person who hates you," he half-narrowed his eyes, word by word, "Don't think that if you enter the Shogunate Mansion and become the princess of the Shogunate, you are the woman of this king!" You'd better settle down and don't provoke this king! ”

"Otherwise, even if you don't have the courage to die, you will inevitably die, and this king has never had mercy."

He felt that she was winning his pity.

It's deliberate.

The eyes of the string sound are clear and do not make waves.

She looked at him quietly, even though her jaw was about to be crushed by him, she didn't frown.

"If His Highness can give death to the string sound, it will not be a relief for the string sound." She struggled to squeeze a soft word out of her lips.

The gaze is fixed, and the eyes do not move.

As her words fell, her eyes dimmed slightly, as if there was no hope of life.

Ling Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, slightly stunned.

He saw a certain world-weary despair in her eyes, as if he had long looked down on life and death.

The bottom of his heart was angry, and a layer of rich killing intent floated in his eyes.

But for a long time, he could not think of any better way to deter such a woman.

She seems weak, but she has a hard shell that many people in the world do not have.

I couldn't find her soft spot at all.

Some women may be scared by the look he makes, but she doesn't.

She seems to have nothing to be afraid of, no people to be afraid of.

Eventually, he slowly let go of the hand that was pinching her jaw.

The frustration made him angry, and he wanted to just grab her by the neck and finish her off.

And looking at her eyes, I couldn't do it inexplicably.

In the end, he didn't say anything, staggered and turned away.

Xianyin watched the figure leave, and slowly walked to the dressing table with a blank face.

Through the bronze mirror, she looked directly at her delicate face and raised her hand to take off all her jewelry.

The slender fingers lifted the sleeves, and the slender white arms were covered with clearly visible scars, and she stretched out her fingertips and lowered her eyes to caress them gently.

The corners of his lips are slightly hooked, and his drooping eyes cover all the emotions under his eyes, and there is no expression on his face.