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West Mo Country, Prince Han Mansion, the lanterns were beginning to light up.

Inside the parlour, the luminous pearls shone brilliantly. The decorations here and there were beautiful beyond compare.

The boorish man drank his wine in big gulps as he laughed heartily. In the hands of the muse, the muslin vines danced in a dreamy pattern. The wine was mellow and fragrant, and the food was alluring. The scenery was ethereal.

Behind the beaded curtain above the parlour, leaning against a man dressed extravagantly.

Compared to the lively atmosphere in the parlour, this place was like an icehouse, causing people to feel cold all over.

His body was filled with a cold killing intent. The servant girl stood far away, took the food but did not dare to come closer. She could only look at Lian Qingzhi for help.

"Lord, eat something."

Lian Qingzhi lowered his head, respectfully handing over the food on the tray.

Xi Mohan swept the tray away, and then grabbed her lower jaw with his hands. With sinister phoenix eyes, he said, "Who allowed you to come! What does it have to do with you if I don't eat? "Do you think you've lived too long, or …"

His voice paused as an evil smile appeared on his lips, "You like me?"

Xi Mohan's voice was low and ambiguous, and when the warm breath sprayed onto Lian Qingzhi's face, her face instantly flushed red.

Behind the quiet bead curtain, her face was blushing.

Xi Mohan sneered, and with just a raise of her hand, she was pushed onto the table.

Her breath quickened and some panic appeared in her eyes. "Lord …"

Cold sweat trickled down from Lian Qingzhi's forehead. She did not resist, she knew that he was in an extremely bad mood, because the previous emperor had suddenly passed away. She did not expect that the new emperor would actually be a prince who was pampered.

And today, the new emperor had married the world-famous number one beauty, the daughter of the Left Premier, Liu Susu.

Lian Qingzhi remembered that when Lord taught her to draw her bow, there was a pendant around her neck.

The owner of that little figure, was Liu Susu, right …

Lian Qingzhi's heart stung. She wanted to escape, but Xi Mohan held tightly to the hair at the back of her head, allowing her to look straight at him.

"I am his direct son. Why did I pass the throne to that bastard?!"

The strength in his hands increased, and his eyes were dyed with a layer of scarlet.

"Tell me, why? Why did she leave me? "

Lian Qingzhi frowned. She climbed up onto his shoulder, her voice intermittent but firm. "Lord, if you like it, take it back …"

Xi Mohan caressed Lian Qingzhi's face. Her phoenix eyes were already filled with killing intent, "Lian Er, do you know what you're saying?"

Lian Qingzhi nodded and knelt at his feet.

"Lord, the victor is the king and the loser is the thief. This subordinate is willing to help you regain your former glory!"

Lian Qingzhi walked out of the Flower Hall while covering his tattered clothes.

At that moment, she really thought that Xi Mohan would kill her.

She stayed by Xi Mohan's side. He had taught her how to read and write, taught her how to ride a horse and draw the bow, and other than killing people, she knew nothing else.

Lian Qingzhi returned to his room to change.

Her clothes were all gray. In the whole palace, no one treated her like a woman.

When they left the room, Xi Mohan was waiting outside the door.

This was the first time he came to her room on his own accord. She was so frightened that her knees went weak and she was about to kneel down.

His hand held her, a slender white hand, perfect for a woman's hand.

It was also the hand that had appeared thousands of times in her dreams.

Xi Mohan's hand that was holding her shoulder did not loosen, but instead became tighter.

His low and deep magnetic voice sounded beside her ears, "Lian Er, come with me to the Yunzhou tomorrow. We'll go meet him, Prince Yi Lord."

Yunzhou, Prince Yi Palace.

Xi Moyi, the old emperor's son.

Just like Xi Mohan, because of her mother's concubine, she was not doted on.

"Prince Han, since you're here, come out …"

Xi Mohan's figure moved, he had already appeared in the pavilion.

"You can leave first and wait in the distance …"

Lian Qingzhi lowered his head, did not say a word, and only turned, walking towards the distant fake mountain.

Xi Moyi laughed playfully, looking at Lian Qingzhi's disappearing figure.

This woman reminded him of the wild wolves in the forest. She was wild and untamed, but once tamed, she would only have one master in her entire life.