Wu Zhen looked at Yuan Zhao who was smiling in front of him with complicated eyes.

As if sensing his gaze, Yuan Zhao turned around and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you think this palace is acting too cruelly?" ”

Wu Zhen subconsciously shook his head: "The subordinates have no such intentions. ”

"This palace is indeed cruel, and you don't have to rush to argue." Yuan Zhao pursed his lips and smiled, not caring enough, "What's wrong with being cruel?" People who offend this palace, this palace wants to kill and kill, and torture if you want to, as long as this palace is happy. In this world, there are always some people who are not clear about it, and they like to repay their grievances with virtue, and the end is often worse than anyone else. ”

Lord Yao'an has always been jealous of her appearance in his heart, so when she was imprisoned, he instigated Yuan Nian to carve a knife on his face with a deep bone mark, and now, she gave it back to her.

As a princess of the former dynasty, the county lord of Yao'an was raised by Jin Zun and jade, and she was arrogant and regarded all her subordinates as lowly ants.

And now, this group of ants is doing whatever they want on her body, and Yuan Zhao knows that it will make her more uncomfortable than killing her.

"You know, Ebony? Listening to this cry, this palace was very happy in his heart. Yuan Zhao looked at him with a smile, and a hint of fanatical sickness appeared on his delicate little face.

Wu Zhen looked at her silently, and after a while, Fang arched his hand and said: "Your Highness's life was saved by Your Highness, no matter what Your Highness wants to do, your subordinates will do their best to do it for you." ”

Yuan Zhao tilted his head to look at his sincere eyebrows, and at this moment he rarely showed a moved look.

Wu Zhen, like Qing Sui, was an orphan who was brought back to the palace by her from outside.

When he first saw him, he was covered in blood and was being punched and kicked by a group of begging children.

She ordered someone to drive away the group of children, and when she saw that he was desperately protecting the things in her arms, she asked curiously.

Wu Zhen was defensive, refused to say more, only thanked him, and limped away.

She took the guards and secretly followed him to a dilapidated house.

She followed in, and saw a skeletal patient lying in the room, and the black tree was standing by the side of the bed, crying silently.

She looked at him and suddenly understood why the Empress deliberately ordered her to go out of the palace to experience for a while.

Once upon a time, her life consisted only of tall buildings, precious jewels, and desirable supreme power.

But after leaving the palace, she saw all kinds of beings, birth, old age, sickness and death, and also had a preliminary understanding of the evil of people's hearts.

She chuckled: "The little boy of the year has grown up. ”

After a stick of incense, when Yuan Zhao turned around and went back, the jailers had already cleaned up the scene.

If it weren't for the messy clothes of the county lord of Yao'an on the ground and the shocking bruises on his body, it really wouldn't have been obvious that something like that had happened here just now.

"Your Highness." The jailer bowed respectfully, his eyes full of flattery.

Yuan Zhao said lightly: "This palace has something to talk to the county lord, you guys quit and take care of the outside for this palace." ”

"The eldest princess, don't worry, the villain won't even put a fly in."

Yuan Zhao bowed his head slightly, and the group of jailers retreated in a stagger.

"County Lord, do you still like the gift that this palace gave you?"

Lord Yao'an raised his head angrily, and his breathing was heavy: "You slut dare to insult me like this, do you think you are in control of the overall situation now?" Wait, someone will clean you up for me. ”

When Yuan Zhao heard this, he laughed out loud: "Do you mean your husband who forced you to confess your sins in order to protect himself?" Or the son who almost died at my hands? Or is it your Su Manchu who is about to be beheaded for public display? ”