The two maids walked forward expressionlessly, "We are here to freshen up the young lady as ordered by the prince."
"Why?"
"The prince said that there will be distinguished guests arriving today, and the lady must not be rude to others."
"I do not need!"
"You can't help me, miss." The two of them were very strong, so they lifted Xiaoxiao and pushed her down onto the chair.
Damn it, Xiaoxiao cursed, passively letting them smear it on her face, and finally put on a goose-yellow floral pleated skirt.
After everything was settled, the two left, "Guard Zhang, you're ready."
Zhang Yu walked in and nodded slightly at Xiaoxiao, "Ms. Lin, please come with me."
Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows, "Where are you going?"
"execution ground."
It was the first time I saw an ancient execution ground with my own eyes, and I realized that everything shown in the TV series was just clouds. The land here had long been dyed red by blood, and the air was filled with the smell of blood, but the surrounding areas were filled with flowers watered with blood. There were no people watching around the gorgeous flowers, only a few hundred guards guarding them.
Xiaoxiao resisted the urge to vomit and was led by Zhang Yu to a shed in an open space in front of the venue. Duan Yichen had been sitting there for a long time, dressed in white, against the red earth, like a Taoist priest who had been practicing for thousands of years. Beautiful monster.
He stared at Xiaoxiao, patted the empty seat next to him, and seemed to be able to see his beautiful fangs while smiling.
After receiving his provocative look, Xiaoxiao raised her head and walked over to sit down.
"Yingying, don't say that this king is unkind. You should thank me for asking you to send your family off in person." Duan Yichen's smile was a bit careless and cruel.
"Why did you do this?" Xiaoxiao clenched her hands and let her nails prick her palms. "From the beginning, your target was me. The Lin family was just a cover. If you hate me so much, just come after me." .”
He leaned forward suddenly, lifted her chin with his slender fingers, and raised his lips with a half-smile, "I hate you? Why do you need to exalt yourself so much? In the eyes of this king, you are nothing but a person who can do your best. Woman, do you deserve my king’s hatred?”
His words were like sharp knives piercing her heart. She never cared about what others said, she could obviously ignore them, but the pain was so clear that it tortured her disguise.
Is the person in front of her still the same Duan Yichen who keeps saying that he will never leave her alone?
"Your Majesty, bring the prisoner here."
Duan Yichen sat back lazily and watched the Lin family being led into the execution ground through the gauze curtain.
Xiaoxiao's heart suddenly picked up, and her eyes were eagerly looking for something.
"Who are you looking for?" Duan Yichen's cold voice rang in his ears, and when he turned around, he looked into his sullen eyes, "Are you looking for Fourth Brother?"
Xiaoxiao remained silent and kept her face away. Since he misunderstood, let him misunderstand to the end!
He smiled again and said, "Don't worry, Fourth Brother is today's distinguished guest. He will definitely show up."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone came forward to report, "Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince is here."
While talking, Duan Xiaoqi had already walked in.
Wearing a dark robe, full of oppression. His face was cold and cold, his sharp eyes looked directly at Duan Yichen, and then looked at Xiaoxiao.
"Fourth brother," Duan Yichen didn't stand up, he just smiled and raised his eyes, "Why are you here?" He grabbed Xiaoxiao's hand as if casually and held it affectionately in his palm.
Xiaoxiao frowned and wanted to pull out, but he tightened his grip as a warning.
Duan Xiaoqi's dark pupils became dark and cold, and he swept across the guards on both sides, "All of you, retreat."
With Duan Yichen's tacit approval, Zhang Yu led the people out.
He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Fourth brother, do you have something to say?"
Duan Xiaoqi stared at him and said word by word, "The one hundred thousand elite soldiers in my hands are worth seventeen lives of the Lin family."