Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

However, He Lan Xue's arm tightened. She turned around and without saying a word, tightly embraced her.

Her whole face was pressed against his chest. She wheezed loudly to protest that she could not breathe, and she couldn't help but think: The smell of Helene is still very good.

It was like the faint fragrance of orchids coming from the midnight wind. It was quiet, distant, and clean.

"Don't move, lie down with me for a while." For some reason, her voice sounded a little hoarse.

As a result, her lover no longer moved. After a while, even breathing could be heard from his bosom.

He Lan Xue slightly calmed down, and arranged the chaotic state of mind she had just had. In the bottom of her heart, she too felt a trace of disappointment.

His beloved's touch, although it made him nervous, nervous to the point of losing control, but the bottom of his heart was very warm.

It was warm. Comfortable. Wanted to be long. He wanted to stop her. He wanted to encourage her. He wanted to —

Turn over and press down on her, on her confused hands.

But he couldn't do that.

Because... She was her lover.

He Lan Xue endured the pain and tried her best to not make a sound. While listening to the breathing of her lover, she also listened attentively to what was happening outside.

"I wonder where Haeru has gone to. Just now, when Haeru let go, I ran away." After a while, the person in his arms said with a depressed tone.

She lowered her head to look at him: "So her lover was not asleep, he was just quietly lying beside her."

"Where's that pervert?" Hearing her talk about the situation just now, He Lan Xue felt a burst of nameless karmic fire and asked in a bad mood.

"Yan Han," the empress replied flatly, "I didn't see him."

After waiting for a while, she said, "Yan Han doesn't look like that kind of person."

"You mean, you're lying? For a dignified Princess of Heaven's Dynasty, would she joke about her reputation? " Seeing her lover still speaking up for that man, He Lan Xue became even more infuriated.

Yi Ren sat up and looked down at He Lan Xue. Her voice wasn't loud, but she said with great certainty, "Yan Han isn't that kind of person."

He Lan Xue was so angry that she wanted to retort, but just as she got up, she coughed again, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth again.

Her lover blinked. She looked at him stubbornly, even though it was light.

He Lan Xue suddenly felt powerless.

Panting, he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his bloodstained hand.

Heran Xue raised her head in surprise, but she just happened to bump into the woman leaning over her.

The two of them humphed and then touched their foreheads.

"Is it that serious?" Houlan was still holding He Lan Xue's hand and rubbing her head as she talked to herself with a frown.

He Lan Xue didn't answer, but angrily turned her head to the side.

"You have to go out." Her husband continued, "We need to find a doctor to treat him."

"You don't need to worry." He Lan Xue replied sullenly, but she didn't pull out her hand from Hailey's grasp.

She took her other hand off and wiped it off for him, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Fang asked softly, "Can we still go?"

"Naturally." It was unknown where He Lan Xue got the strength from, but she used the strength of her lover to try and stand up. Although it was a little shaky, it was still possible to walk.

Her lover made a face of relief, then led him, like an adult leading a child, toward the exit of the hall.

She tried to walk to the front, but he was the one who held her hand.

Her lover looked at the back of that stubborn man and the corners of his mouth curled up as he sneered.

So let him be.

However, they didn't walk like this for too long, and Hera's speed became slower and slower.

Obviously, he was going to use up all the strength he had just used.

After a while, as if she had sensed He Lan Xue's weakness, she stopped her steps and said in a low voice, "I'll go out and find Yi Jian. Wait for me here, okay?"

"This is bad!" He Lan Xue replied flatly without thinking.

The woman scoffed again.

"A Xue." Seeing that He Lan Xue was about to persevere, her lover called out to her softly.

She turned her head and looked at her.

Under the dim light of the fire sickle, He Lan Xue's face was a little hazy. Her facial features were round and breathtaking, as if she was a world-class masterpiece through frosted glass.

It was like a painting that was far, far away, moving one's soul.

"Didn't you say to raise me?" The lover said quietly, "What will I do if you die?"

"What?" He Lan Xue was stunned. She couldn't say anything for a while.

"Then I'll go find Yi Jian!" Her expression suddenly changed. She smiled at He Lan Xue before releasing him and jubilantly ran out.

Looking at her back, He Lan Xue's eyes moved. She didn't insist.

He must not lose her again.

He repeated this phrase over and over in his heart, until it was carved into his marrow.

Her lover went back the way they came. She did not meet He Lan Ran nor Yan Han along the way.

However, she wasn't able to return to the hall quickly because she heard someone's voice on the way.

Pei Ruochen's voice rang out.

A sorrowful, sorrowful, and even desperate sound.

"Father!"

This sound made Yi Ren stop in his tracks and turn towards a nearby tunnel.

The tunnel was not very long. It was short and soon they saw the same stone door as before.

She pushed it away.

After he drilled his way out, there was another narrow tunnel.

The girl crouched down and crawled toward the increasingly narrow tunnel.

It was not just curiosity, but —

What kind of situation was it for Pei Ruochen to make such a sound?

He had always been such a calm and self-contained person.

Soon, when the girl could no longer climb forward, she saw the light.

Lights in front.

She tried to peek again, and finally she was able to see what was inside.

The first one to see it was naturally Pei Ruochen.

It was as if Pei Ruochen was standing right in front of her. He stood there dumbly, his clothes were filled with frightening blood stains, which seemed to be still warm as it seeped into his body.

Behind him was actually He Lan Ran, who had disappeared into the tunnel. He Lan Ran's face was filled with mockery as she coldly looked at Pei Ruochen. Her eyes were ice-cold without any trace of pity or warmth.

As for the scene in front of Pei Ruochen, she could not see it.

She only saw Pei Ruochen's face. There was no sadness or anger on her face, only numbness, as if she had never been born.

The eyes that had once been as bright as the stars were so dark, so dark, so dark to the point where the heart of the lover felt cold.

Her lover became anxious and could no longer care about anything else. She forcefully drilled forward, and somehow, the soil beneath her feet collapsed.

She fell.

He landed right in front of Pei Ruochen.

Everyone inside looked over.

She quickly got up and rubbed her head, looking at everyone with a puzzled expression.

Yan Han was actually standing beside He Lan You.

Before, she hadn't seen him because of his line of sight.

Then, her lover saw the person in front of Pei Ruochen, who was also beside her.

She jumped in shock and quickly jumped away.

She saw Pei Limpu, who was covered in blood, and Pei Linpu, who had a smile on his face. He was already dead.

His entire body was pricked with ice needles, the kind that attacked his lover in the beginning.

However, the strangest thing wasn't the way he died, but the smile on his face.

That kind of satisfied and longed-for smile, in such a body, was exceptionally terrifying.

"Madam!" Madam, you really did not die! " The girl was still in shock, but there was another wave of excited shouts.

Before she could turn around, she was hugged tightly by a person.

Her lover lowered her head in panic. It was actually the Martial Lord who was crawling at her feet.

"Madam, you're finally alive. You're finally … "Finally …" Martial Lord sobbed without a sound. His face was filled with ravines as tears streamed down his aged face.

Her lover stared at him blankly for a while. Then, she saw the place where she had barged in from the corner of her eyes. Suddenly, she understood.

She broke through the wall.

On the broken wall, there was a lifelike drawing of a woman.

She was so beautiful that she seemed to be an illusion, and her eyes were charming. With just a glance, she felt her heart tremble.

It was none other than Madam Xi.

She came out of that picture, like the reincarnation of Lady Rest.

Martial Lord had already gone mad. Seeing this scene, he naturally worshipped his wife like she was his wife.

In front of the portrait, there was actually a sculpture that was lying on the ground.

She was naked, her body was like jade, and her face was familiar. She was also Madam Xi.

Lady Xi's nakedness was thus carved on the ground, her waist slender, her legs straight and round, her chest proudly raised upwards. Her face was clearly serene, but it was precisely this serenity, under such exposed conditions, that gave people a fatal temptation.

She was an angel that had fallen into the mortal world.

Angels, on the other hand, were not meant to be cherished, but to be ravaged.

All the men who saw this would want to ravage her. Ruthlessly seize her, worship her, kill her, keep her, and provide for her …

But she remained safe.

Pei Limpu fell down beside the sculpture, his entire body covered in needles and a smile on his face.

His hand stopped at the most secretive part of the sculpture.

The lover suddenly understood his smile.

All these years, regardless of whether it was his previous followers, his future betrayals, or even the dozen or so years of deliberate forgetfulness, all came from his desire.

He longed for her, longed for this godlike master.

He loved her.

In the last moment of his life, he had desecrated her. As a result, the authorities had activated, and the most prominent officials of the imperial court had died under a mechanism that was the most difficult to resort to.

And before that, he should have seen the ice needle.

The ice needle was so obvious that it hung so blatantly on it, telling everyone who came close that color was a knife.

Tobe, ornottobe.

This was originally everyone's choice.

Pei Ruochen was trying to stop her father.

However, Pei Liping still went.

Even if it meant piercing his heart with ten thousand needles, he still had to touch it. It was his dream and desire day and night.

He smiled. Madam Xi still had a calm expression on her face.

What a determined trap.

Or rather, what a terrible deal.