Under the cold moonlight, a black shadow looked coldly at the splendid palace, and squeezed the palms of his hands tightly. A confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Sooner or later, this palace will be mine."
However, a man in white next to him laughed coldly and said sarcastically: "Not necessarily, after all, nothing is a foregone conclusion!"
The black shadow sneered: "I am the prince, and the palace is naturally mine. Then let's take a gamble. You use your status and force, and I use my identity as the prince?"
"Deal." The man in white next to him smiled coldly, then turned and left.
In fact, they are not the only ones who want the throne of emperor.
Is the temptation of the throne really that great?
***
Dyed Moon Palace.
Qiran sat on the bed boredly, raised her head, and looked at the golden ceiling.
Although this palace is very gorgeous, it is not what she likes!
Qi Ran grew up in the mountains, and her personality and preferences tend to be more natural. This kind of resplendent appearance will only make her feel vulgar. However, if this place is a victory prize, Qi Ran may like it.
After all, Qiran likes things that are stolen. Things that are stolen always make people feel proud.
At this time, a maid in blue clothes slowly walked up to Qiran and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Princess, I will comb your hair. The emperor will take you to a dinner party soon."
Qiran slowly raised her head and saw a beautiful but expressionless face. Covered in a veil, she nodded slowly and said, "It's best to be simple, otherwise it will be very cumbersome."
"Yes." The maid in green said coldly. She walked slowly to Qiran's side.
This small gesture, which seemed insignificant to others, made Qi Ran suspicious. Because Qi Ran did not hear the footsteps at all! Only people with average or superior martial arts skills would make no sound when walking.
The maid took the comb and gently combed Qi Ran's long hair as smooth as clouds.
"Do you know martial arts?" Qiran asked casually.
The maid still calmly said: "Go back to the princess, I know a little bit about this."
"What's your name?" Qiran's eyes became sharp.
This maid is very smart, and she is not ordinary smart. When a stupid person is found out that he knows martial arts, he will hurriedly say that he does not know it. But a smart person will admit it frankly. Moreover, this maid is not flustered at all!
"Slave Xiaoqing." The maid said calmly. However, her eyes were twinkling, always full of inexplicable smiles.
Qiran's cold smile was still beautiful, so beautiful that it made people dazzled: "The name Xiaoqing is too common, too common, and too vulgar. It is not worthy of your refined temperament. Tell me, who are you?!
"
The maid smiled: "Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from the Young Palace Master. My name is Xing Can."
"Young Palace Master?" Qiran looked at her doubtfully and said uncertainly: "Are you from the Wind Soul Palace?"
"Wind Soul Palace?" The maid looked at Qiran in surprise. She didn't understand when her young palace master became the young palace master of the Wind Soul Palace. It seems that the young palace master has so many "identities"
ah.
She looked at Qiran meaningfully.
However, she still said very honestly: "Back to the princess, I am not from the Wind Soul Palace..."