If I'm lucky enough to be alive, I, Lin Feiwan, will definitely make you want to live rather than die!"
Lin Feiwan looked at the way Zilan was hurt by them, and the person holding her body could not help but tremble. She had already suffered enough for Song Yuxiang in modern times, but now that she came to this strange place, it was even worse than death.
Is she, Lin Feiwan, so intolerable?
"Are you done?"
Xiao Che spoke coldly. It was obvious that he didn't believe her words at all.
Regardless of whether she was Lin Feiwan or not, he saw her wake up from Bai Ling who had hanged herself on a beam. No matter who she was, she was always the woman Xiao Xuanyuan sent to him, so her name meant nothing to him.
significance
Lin Feiwan looked at Xiao Che's calm face. The more calm he was, the more unsure Lin Feiwan felt. She didn't want to escape, she just wanted to save Zilan's life.
"Lin Feiwan, if you want to make up a reason, I will ask you to make up a better one in the future. Do you think you can deceive me with such random fabrications? I tell you, you are still young."
Xiao Che got up, maybe because he had not slept all night, his body was a little tired.
"I'm tired. Today's game ends here and will continue tomorrow." Xiao Che stood up and walked out of the palace.
Before leaving the door, he did not forget to tell the butler: "Put Lin Feiwan in a cage. No one is allowed to feed her without my instructions!"
The people in the room retreated faintly, and the cold cage was placed in front of Lin Feiwan. Seeing that her servants were about to come and lift her, she suddenly pulled out the hair drill from her head, pointed it at the visitor and shouted: "Get out of here! Otherwise, I will die for you.
In front of you, even if you become a fierce ghost, I will come back to haunt you."
The servants were so frightened that they backed away. They were not afraid of the ghosts, but they were afraid of not being able to explain to the prince. The prince did not tell her to die. If she died, then they would be the next to die, so they had to stand aside and wait.
Lin Feiwan hugged Zilan tightly, the maid who was innocently implicated by her. Lin Feiwan reached out and gathered the clothes on the ground and wrapped them around her body. She hugged her and shed tears.
Zilan woke up in Lin Feiwan's arms, already so sad that she could no longer shed tears.
"Princess, I'm sorry"
Zilan raised her hand to wipe Lin Feiwan's tears, but she didn't have any strength left in her body and couldn't touch her face.