The sound of rain fell sparsely outside the window, and drops fell on the ground, like a first-blooming flower, slowly blooming.

The crisp sound is like a woman playing finger-picking music.

Standing at the window, staring, reaching out to touch the dripping rain, it is not as cold as winter, but who can understand the coolness in my heart.

He closed the window tightly and turned to look at the letter on the table: Qingqing once dreamed about the past, and the ink-colored paper expressed his intention.

This was the first time they had exchanged letters. But today, she had no intention of it.

Since Han Xin appeared, all the things she wanted to forget have surfaced one by one. The more she wants to escape, but she still can't escape.

In the past few days, she calmed down and thought about it. She could no longer escape. However, she could not face Han Xin.

In her mind, she actually came up with the idea that her long-cherished wish might come true, what is nirvana and rebirth?

I picked up the umbrella beside me, held up the oil-paper umbrella and walked in the rain. The people who were getting further and further away seemed to disappear in the rain and mist.

Along the way, she tried to avoid all the crowds, looked around, and looked up at the pavilion. A look of arrogance burst out in her eyes.

When I walked outside the door, I could vaguely hear the sounds coming from inside.

When she was about to get closer to listen, she heard a clear voice, followed by a deep voice quickly: "Come in."

Lan Shan was stunned, put the umbrella aside, pushed the door open and saw the broken cup on the ground. It must have been him who smashed the door.

She looked at him and saw that he and the person next to her were talking in their ears. When they were about to step forward, the person took a step back.

"My subordinates resign."

Lan Shan's eyes kept following that man's figure, her eyebrows furrowed in suspicion.

Zi Ling's eyes burst out with cold and arrogant arrogance, and he looked at her angrily: "What are you looking at?"

If he hadn't seen a figure sneaking outside the door just now, he wouldn't have given the order so hastily.

I don't know what this woman wants to do.

She looked at him and hummed disdainfully, sat down with him, picked up the teapot and poured it into her cup: "I'm curious, what were you talking about?"

Looking at her every move, I guess she must have something to discuss when she comes here today. In the past, she would not have come to see him during the day.

The meaningful smile was so delicate and soft. The coolness of the distant mountains gradually came to her: "You don't need to know so much, just be a slave beside Concubine Shu!"

Servant?

She was destined to be a slave from birth.

Is it possible that a slave's life is so humble that he should be treated as inferior to others?

She has the most noble blood in the Northern Desert, and her fate should not be like this.

"So, in your eyes, I have no choice but to be a slave?" He looked at the teacup with disdain and smiled bitterly. "It would be great if I had wine."

"Why did you come here?" Looking at her self-defeating look, I really didn't know what she wanted.

Lan Shan put down the teacup in her hand, stopped beating around the bush, and said, "I heard that the princess wants to get married. But the princess doesn't like this arrangement. Is that right?"

She knew that Han Xin was not willing to get married, and her understanding of her meant that her whole life would be involved in government affairs.

Han Xin can't, but she can.

After all, she must fight for a chance for herself at this moment. She is a princess herself, but her status is different, and now she has to fight for herself anyway.

Hearing her words, Zi Ling raised a slight smile on his lips and listened attentively: "What does this have to do with you?"

"How about I marry the princess on behalf of her?"

"You're simply crazy."

When Ziling heard these words, he immediately stood up and spoke in a low voice very clearly: "She is the only one with the most noble blood in the Northern Desert. You, a slave, want to be a princess? It's just a dream."

He didn't know how Lan Shan came up with these words.

Everyone knew that Han Xin came here to get married, so how could there be an extra princess from the Northern Desert?

dream?

But how could he know that he was a princess, just an abandoned princess?

In the palace in the Northern Desert, she has been hiding, even if she wants to prevent anyone from knowing that she is the evil breed they call her.

She has had enough of this kind of life, why can't she live her life peacefully in Xuandu.

Now that she has found the person she likes and has such a good opportunity, she naturally has to make good use of this opportunity to be his wife without being restricted by the palace.

The arrogant look burst out from his eyes, and he gradually fell into memories, and wrote lightly: "I remember that in the Northern Desert royal family, there was a princess who was born from a slave. I heard that she was poisoned and almost killed the princess.

Sent to a military prostitute, her life or death is uncertain. Why can't I take her place?"

At this moment, she couldn't tell him her true identity. After all, he was the most trusted envoy of the Northern Desert King. She didn't know what he would say behind his back, and everything about him seemed to have become a secret.

She couldn't trust him, after all, all his plans were extremely scheming.

For Zi Ling, this risk was extremely high. In order that he could not take such a risk, he had to receive information and suppress them about the marriage. Naturally, he had to get the best of both worlds.

"Just because she is a princess born of a slave, she is naturally not as good as a princess who is a direct descendant or a concubine."

Lan Shan stood up and walked behind him. She didn't know what he was hesitating about, and asked angrily: "But princess, she shouldn't be controlled by you. The King of Beimo only has her biological sister. Is what he did wrong?"

He went too far."

"presumptuous."

After hearing that, Zi Ling slapped her hard and mercilessly, and the stern look in his eyes reflected: "How can you, a slave, come to discuss this? It's not the King of Beimo's."

That palm was extremely severe. Lan Shan covered her burning cheek and stared at him with hateful eyes. She laughed wildly and said, "Such a good opportunity was wasted in the hands of Her Royal Highness. The King of Northern Desert beat him."

I'm afraid this plan will be ruined."

"Stop!" Ziling called to her who was about to leave. He really wanted to hear what she said just now. "How do you say this?"

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he hummed disdainfully, "Since you have rejected my request, why should I tell you."

Hearing this, he hugged her Yao, lifted her body up and pressed against him, and smiled evilly: "If you don't tell me, how will I know what you think?"

"I am more valuable than the princess."

Lan Shan's words are enough to explain everything.

"Use value?"

This use value was something he had chosen a long time ago and was just mixed into this place. Until now, he had not found her usefulness, but he actually said to himself that she had "use value".

Seeing his suspicious look, Lan Shan knew that he didn't believe what she said at all. She looked at him with firm eyes: "The princess has always been naughty, aren't you afraid that if she agrees on the surface, she will escape behind her back?"

escape?

Thinking about it carefully, she has done this before. But there is no guarantee that there will be no next time.

"Let me think about this again."

The hand on her waist gradually loosened, and she sat alone and thought quietly.

Standing there, staring at him quietly, arranging her messy hair, she breathed a long sigh of relief. "I'm trying to persuade you, please let me go once the matter is done."

In fact, she doesn't want much, she just wants her own freedom after getting that position.

"I didn't expect that Xia Qianyi would have such courage."

Let it go?

It seemed that he had never really intended to let her go. A cunning smile appeared on his lips, and he said slightly: "But, there is something I didn't tell you."

"What's the matter?"

After hearing his words, Lan Shan looked extremely calm on the outside, but her heart was already filled with ups and downs.

"You know, Xia Qianyi has always liked Ye Yilan. It's just that he has never expressed his feelings to her."

Hearing this, Lan Shan's hands hidden in her sleeves were clasped tightly, and all her hatred was in her fists.

She didn't believe that this would happen to her twice. As for the prince, she had already given up on him, and she had already given her sincerity to Xia Qian. How could she believe such nonsense?

Seeing that she was silent, he continued to say deliberately: "Otherwise, your appearance is very similar to hers, how would he keep you by his side? In this regard, I'm afraid you are similar to the prince."

"Do you think I will believe you?"

His words had always been dubious, but her heart suddenly darkened. She knew clearly that he meant what he said to her, but after what happened to the prince, she still felt a little scared.

Why, everyone she loves likes Ye Yilan.

Even if she wanted to get close to Murong Haochen, it was to no avail.

Seeing her look of disbelief, he lazily said, "It's up to you whether you believe it or not."

Watching him take out a dagger and wiping it very carefully, it was worn by men from the Northern Desert royal family. From the moment he saw him, he felt that he was hiding many ulterior secrets.

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Lan Shan didn't notice that there was a line on the dagger, so she turned and left. She picked up the umbrella on the ground and walked in the rain again.

Seeing the situation, Zi Ling walked to the window and looked at her leaving figure, with a meaningful smile on his lips, and said secretly: Lan Shan, I can satisfy your request, but you have never helped me fulfill my request.

The goal I want to achieve is to make you so enamored of a man. If I had known this, I shouldn’t have handed you over to Xia Qianyi.

The dagger in her hand was stretched towards her back. The smile on the corner of her mouth revealed a trace of bloodlust in her eyes.

"Mother, how do you get out?"

"where have you been?"

"Even if you go out to relax, do you still have to be suspicious?"

Xia Muling was full of doubts about her, so naturally she was extremely uneasy about her.

I looked around and wondered where she had gone.

"What a coincidence, I am also here to relax."
Chapter completed!