C16

Even if she was trash, as a great general protector of the nation, she couldn't possibly do such a despicable thing, could she?

After thinking for a while, Han Zi Mo gave the order, and the carburgher appeared on the ground. It repeated again with grief: "Master, I am the king of the ant race, carburgher, not an ant."

"As you command, my Master."

She was shocked to discover that she actually had the carburgher's perspective. Not only that, she could even hear the voice coming from the carburgher, "Wah, this is too mystical."

Han Zi Mo couldn't help but sigh. No wonder it was a High Rank Spiritual Beast. Pet. Well, I don't know how many other functions she didn't discover.

"Jin Zhu must have been killed by that bitch."

When the carburgher was crawling across a certain garden, a few words caught Han Zi Mo's attention. Wasn't that the voice of the Han Mansion? Jin Zhu, the slut that she spoke of, Han Zi Mo did not even need to guess to know that she was referring to him.

"Let's go take a look."

Han Zi Mo unwittingly muttered out loud. Actually, she wasn't sure if the carburgher could hear her from such a distance, but it was obvious that it had heard her. It had changed its direction and was crawling towards a certain forest.

"According to the Third Miss's capabilities, she shouldn't be able to do anything to Jin Zhu."

In the hidden forest, Han Wei was sitting in her bosom, her clothes untidy and her face flushed red. It was not hard to imagine that just like a while ago, this place must have been incomparably spring. Even now, the guards had already reached their hands into Han Wei's clothes and were rubbing non-stop.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Han Zi Mo was drunk too. When the two of them were discussing schemes and tricks, could you not be like that?

"When Your Lordship followed that slut back, she was definitely saved by Your Lordship, and then Jin Zhu was killed."

As Han Wei said this, his eyes flashed with a sharp light as she looked at Jian Cheng Zhi with a solemn gaze: "I reckon that that bitch Han Zi Mo and that Your Lordship already knew that I was going to kill her, so, Han Zi Mo cannot be left alive. We must think of a way to kill her and silence her."

"But master..."

Jian Cheng Zhi was hesitating, upon seeing that, he suddenly stood up, he immediately kicked his lower body, and his voice became louder:

"You dog slave, don't think that the matter between us will be exposed. Only I alone will ruin the reputation, and the Han Mansion will definitely not leave any stain. My cruel and merciless father will definitely kill you, don't forget, for the sake of the Han Mansion, he can even destroy Han Zi Mo's innocence."

Jian Cheng Zhi's movements were unusually fast. In a flash, he grabbed Han Wei into his embrace and took the opportunity to press him onto the ground, "Fool, we are naturally one. I was thinking of a way just now."

Jian Cheng Zhi said as he whispered into Han Wei's ears. Her voice was very low, and Han Zi Mo indicated for the carburgher to crawl closer, so as to hear Jian Cheng Zhi's words more clearly:

"The Treasure Vault has always been under my watch, and inside it are holy water s that can strengthen Azure Dragon s. If we were to steal the holy water s and give them to Third Miss to drink, it would be a shame to try to use the holy water to break the body of a cripple. Even if old master wants to protect her life, I'm afraid that the Your Majesty will be furious."

"Good idea, I'll follow your instructions."

As Han Wei said that, her hand suddenly reached out towards Jian Cheng Zhi's body, "So obedient, this young miss will reward you."

But at that moment, Han Zi Mo was no longer able to see the scene in front of her, a blurry memory suddenly surfaced in her mind, a painful memory that her previous self had deliberately forgotten.

On the last day of every year, in the dark night, she would be carried into a secret room. The sharp needle would pierce into her green veins and blood would flow out from the needle hole.

During this period of time, Han Zi Mo could even hear the sounds of fireworks coming from outside the secret room, and could even hear her sisters and brothers frolicking about. However, she was tied to a pillar, not eating nor drinking, and could only watch helplessly as her blood slowly flowed out, as she endured the fear of death.

"My head hurts..."

It was unknown if it was the fear in the depths of her mind that had provoked Han Zi Mo, but she unconsciously raised her hand to knock at her own head. However, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and an arrogant yet warm voice sounded out: "You woman, you're sick, are you even going to hit yourself?"

Han Zi Mo raised her head and met Mu Rong Cheng's dark eyes. She felt wronged and his eyes turned red instantly, "Why are you so slow?"

This sentence was extremely strange, it suddenly came out from Han Zi Mo's mouth, causing her to freeze, stunned. What was she saying?

"true body went to take care of some of your servants for you, delayed some time."

Mu Rong Cheng, who no one had ever dared to question like this before, was slightly startled, but the corner of his mouth unconsciously hooked up. This woman, couldn't leave him alone anymore. If others were to know that their high and mighty Your Lordship was actually taking the initiative to explain his actions to a trash, their jaws would definitely drop.

It was very obvious that Han Zi Mo wasn't asking about this at all, but Han Zi Mo didn't dare to continue teasing her, and for the first time, didn't dare to look straight into her heart.

She could only be his concubine. It was impossible for Han Zi Mo to let him be her concubine, and then, he would have to see the man he loved hugging another woman to get married to. That would simply take her life.

"Thank you, Your Lordship, for your kindness. I'm afraid I can't take it."

Taking a deep breath, Han Zi Mo forced herself to calm down. She still had to deal with Han Wei's and Jian Cheng Zhi's plans.

"Since the true body is giving it to you, you will naturally be able to bear it."

Mu Rong Cheng suddenly pulled Han Zi Mo into her embrace, allowing her to grow to her own size. On her leg, her hand directly grabbed onto her pulse, but her Dantian was still as weak as before. Mu Rong Cheng's brows slightly rose, and looked at Han Zi Mo: "Why did you beat your own head?"

"A little headache."

Han Zi Mo stiffened her body and didn't even dare to move. Her heart was beating rapidly, and being in such close contact with Mu Rong Cheng again and again, made Han Zi Mo feel more and more that she was losing control of her heart. This kind of feeling made her afraid.