Dressed as the Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife of the Regent

In the deep dark lane, a carriage stood quietly.

The color of the carriage is almost integrated with the night.

If you don't look carefully, you won't notice it at all.

The carriage was surrounded by heavily guarded armored guards with sharp eyes.

Xue Ziyu looked at the battle in front of her and turned around to run, but found that her legs were soft and couldn't walk at all.

Looking at the approaching cold boy, he held the wall and shouted, "you, who are you?"

The cold young man in black looked at him expressionless. He waved his hand and the armor guard behind him walked up to the first two and picked up Xue Ziyu.

"You, you let me go..." Xue Ziyu wanted to shout, but when he came into contact with the cold eyes of the iron armor guard, he automatically kept silent and dared not struggle any more.

The boy in black turned and walked to the side of the carriage and whispered to the people in the carriage.

"The person who just met Xue Ziyu at the back door of Wen's house is Miss Wen, not the princess..."

"You're right?" for a moment, a cold, low voice came from the carriage.

"My subordinates can see clearly that she is really not the princess. Moreover, Miss Wen's private meeting with others was bumped by the maid around the princess, and now it is estimated that it has broken out in Wen's house." the boy in black frowned and glanced at Xue Ziyu. "By the way, Xue Ziyu escaped and our people were caught."

"Xue Ziyu?" the man's low voice sounded slowly in the carriage.

"Exactly." the boy in black replied.

At this time, tiejiawei directly threw Xue Ziyu on the ground beside the carriage.

Looking at the black carriage in front of him, Xue Ziyu felt a suffocating oppression for no reason. Without being scolded by the armored guards, he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy. "Please spare your life, sir. I'm just a grass-roots man. I'm always in peace with myself and haven't done anything harmful to heaven and justice. Please let me go..."

It was quiet all around, and the people in the carriage didn't speak.

Somehow, Xue Ziyu became more and more uneasy. The beads of sweat, big as beans, fell from his head and the chill spread to all parts of his body.

He dared not move.

For a long time, a gust of wind blowing from somewhere swept a corner of the car curtain to reveal the scene inside.

The man in dark robes is looking down to read the file. Although he doesn't show his face, his profile is noble and elegant, giving people a sense of cold abstinence.

He didn't seem to hear Xue Ziyu's plea for mercy.

The slender knuckles with distinct bones tap the small table.

After a while, there was a rhythm again, which could be heard in Xue Ziyu's ears, but it was like a life urging talisman.

Just as Xue Ziyu was trembling, a light hiss came from the carriage.

A very weak voice, but people dare not ignore it.

"What kind of goods can Wen Zhuo like?

It seems that some don't agree with each other's eyes.

Xue Ziyu was not too stupid. At first he didn't understand. When he thought of the heavily guarded iron armor guards around, he suddenly understood something, but he was so scared that he almost peed his pants and hurriedly clarified, "As the Lord knows, the villain and the princess are innocent and have nothing... By the way, all this is set up by Miss Wen San. It's her. She wants the villain to seduce the princess and take her away... The villain has done nothing..."

The cold young man standing by the carriage was surprised when he heard this, "what you said is true?"

"The villain dare not hide. The words are true. It's true. Please be merciful and spare the little..." Xue Ziyu kowtowed and begged for mercy.