Murong Canghai rubbed a scar on the back of her hand and said, "Nothing will happen without her."
"But..." She wanted to say something else, but suddenly his head fell on her lap. When she lowered her head, she saw that he had closed his eyes.
When he was asleep, he was less surly and cold than when he was awake. His long and narrow eyelashes formed thick shadows under his eyelids, and his expression was as simple as that of a child.
Her eyes caught a glimpse of the dagger on his waist. The handle of the dagger was inlaid with a bright red gemstone, which gave off a cold brilliance against the black gold wire on his waist.
She took the dagger in her hand and pulled it out. The dagger shone with a cold light, and Murong Canghai's face, as sharp as a mountain or a deep sea, was reflected on the blade.
This knife is so sharp. If she slashes it hard now and cuts her throat decisively, will she be free?
And the prince also lost one of his most terrifying enemies.
There was a cruel light in her eyes, and with a movement from the corner of her eye, she raised the dagger in her hand and slashed towards his throat.
…
But when the blade came close to his neck, she paused again.
"Well..."
Suddenly, he grabbed her with his long hand and she fell on his chest. The sharpest point of the dagger was exactly aimed at his heart.
There was a cold enough to freeze people to death in his eyes. With a sudden force, he opened the front of his clothes, revealing his strong chest. Near his heart, there was an ugly and rough scar. The scar was not yet wet.
Healed, showing a light red color.
This was the tattoo she stabbed on the prince's body that day to save him.
She suddenly felt her eyes were a little sore and couldn't help but look away——
But he stretched out his hand and pinched her chin, his eyes suddenly fierce. He forced her to look into his eyes. The dangerous aura in his eyes covered up the hurt feelings, and said -
"Why don't you stab it with a knife?"
Su Yueming's heart trembled and she said, "I know I can't kill him."
"Ha..." The corners of his lips raised, his expression still evil. He turned over and pressed her down. He held her face in his hands and pressed his lips against it. Her cold lips were because of his wantonness.
It was ravaged and gradually became a little warmer.
There was always a dagger's distance between them.
After a long time, he let go of her, and there was already a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He jumped up from the bed and said -
"Be obedient. When your injury heals, I will take you to experience the charm of Da Qin. Miss Third, don't challenge my patience again and again. This will not do you any good."
After saying these words, he summoned Ta Xue and Qing Chen, flicked his long sleeves, and walked out.
Against the light, his figure became more cold, arrogant and evil.
For some reason, she felt a strange attraction. She raised her head and looked through the window at the sky outside the palace. She saw a kite floating in the air. The kite was red. From a distance, it looked like an auspicious cloud.
.
Red kite!
The corners of Su Yueming's eyes twitched several times, and her hands secretly tightened. She tried hard to suppress her racing heart, for fear of disturbing Murong Canghai who was sleeping.
Su Yueming originally thought that after the news that Murong Canghai ordered the execution of the queen spread, someone would soon come to trouble her.
But to her surprise, for six consecutive days, no one came to the Beiyuan Prince's Mansion to ask questions. Even the woman who was about to become the Beiyuan Princess did not have any trouble. She was safe and sound.