C59 purple smoke

A green-robed man from the Rui Family Mansion threw the teacup in his hand onto the ground.

"Say it again." His tone was cold and his expression dark.

"Reporting to Young Prince, news has come from the Imperial Palace that Princess Wu Dan has gone mad." The servant timidly opened his mouth as his palms were covered in cold sweat.

This was the first time this person had been so angry.

Mingjin coldly snorted. "I knew women were unreliable."

Wu Dankong had the status of an important daughter, so he had nothing on his mind. He used her because she was stupid, and if he failed, then he was the one who was stupid, and believed that Wu Dan would be Shangguan Wan's opponent.

"Retreat!" He sternly reprimanded her before entering the secret chamber. He had secretly sent people to build this secret chamber, so other than him, no one else knew.

There was a person in the secret chamber, a woman. She had a very good face. It was a very familiar face.

"Prince …" When the woman saw Mingjin, she pounced on him like a hungry tiger on food.

Mingjin pushed it away and said in a cold voice, "A whore is a whore. Even if you wear these bright and beautiful clothes, you still won't be able to conceal your lowly status."

The woman fell to the ground, her hands tightly holding onto the phoenix embroidered with golden threads. This was the first gift he had given her. She had once treated it as a precious treasure, but now, she felt that this was the greatest insult he had ever done her.

Mingjin fiercely kicked her, scattering all his anger onto her, "Bastard!"

This word, it was unknown who he was scolding at.

The woman's tears flowed down, and the pain in her body became more and more intense. "Why did the Prince imprison me here?"

"For what?" Mingjin kicked again, "You don't even have the right to ask."

It had to be said that having a father meant having a son. In terms of tormenting others, father and son were the same. In front of outsiders, they were the same as father and son, pretending to be good.

In the eyes of others, although Mingjin was a romantic person, she was not bad. It was also because of this reason that those brothel ladies came one after another.

Among them was this woman, Violet Smoke.

In the past, she could not be considered the most beautiful girl in the Ten Thousand Phoenix Restaurant. But the little prince Mingjin Prince had taken a liking to her and called out her name every night.

Over time, she believed in his sincerity and thought that he would redeem her. A lowly person didn't seek for fame and only wanted to accompany him, but he did achieve these two things.

He was secretly ransoming her and keeping her safe, always with him.

Although he would still stay outside to stir up trouble, she didn't care. As long as he returned and returned to the manor, he would still be hers.

However, she was truly unable to see through a man's heart. The longer they got along with each other, the more she realized that he was good to her, and it wasn't because she was purple.

The name 'Zi Yan' meant nothing to him.

"This is how you treat me. You threw me from the sky to the ground. You made me beg for death. Shangguan Mingjin, my sincerity, was in the end, wrongly paid." She was crying, pitifully, sorrowfully.

The brothel girl actually believed in love. This was the punishment for her naivety.

Mingjin walked to her side, squatted down, and carried her in her arms. She slowly got up and placed her on the bed, staring at her tear-stained face. It was an attractive face, very similar to his beloved imperial sister's.

If not, how could she climb into her own bed? A joke.

"Don't blame me for not giving you the chance. You can leave now." Recalling back hundreds of days and nights, he still had that little bit of emotion, but only that little bit.

Zi Yan immediately hugged him and shook her head, "I don't want to go, I don't want to! I know I was wrong, and I won't say such words again. You know, if I leave you, I won't be able to live! "

This kind of crazy begging was a true portrayal of how deeply she had fallen in love with the poison.

He reached out and pinched her jaw, causing her teary eyes to stare at him. With a cold smile, he asked, "Are you unwilling to part with the wealth of the prince's estate, or are you unwilling to part with your lordship?"

As she listened, her heart felt even more pained. As matters stood, he was still doubting her sincerity. It seemed that he had guessed correctly, he had never cared about her.

In this world, the most lamentable thing was probably the desire to kill, and the merciless flow of water.

She did not speak. She could not answer this question. She could only answer the former because it hurt his heart and the latter because it hurt her heart.

She was not even qualified to say that she loved him.

He still kissed her. It was a very skillful kiss, and it didn't take long for her to become like a puddle of water, and her body became softer and softer.

He undressed himself, and his heart was filled with joy.

He spoke the word, "Wan-Er …"

The purple smoke that had been blurring under his body suddenly became clear. Wan-Er, he was indeed using himself as a substitute.

It was perhaps the only value she had in the world.

The lights were bright and the emotions were gone.

In the Guest House, Wudan was running around with a quilt over his body.

Originally, it was summer. To wear such a heavy object on one's body, just thinking about it made one feel warm.

However, the people around him could not persuade him no matter how hard they tried. Although he had gone mad, his fiery temper did not change at all.

"Hehe, I am the Queen, I am the Queen of Xuansu! Nangong Yu is mine! He's mine! "