Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

And she only needs to win the heart of her husband and son-in-law. In the future, her status in Shangjing will also be very high, and she will still be the object of pursuit of noble ladies.

Princess Yi Le talked to Wen Yunlan again before leaving.

Wen Yunlan didn't take off her wedding dress immediately, she sat in front of the dressing table and combed her black hair with a mahogany comb.

The unexplained panic in her heart made Wen Yunlan very uneasy.

But thinking that no one in Shangjing dared to be her enemy now, and Wen Xiaoyu, the thorn in her side, had long since died at the hands of bandits, Wen Yunlan felt relieved again.

Wen Yunlan breathed a sigh of relief, put the pearl hairpin in the dowry into her hair bun, and admired her beautiful face in the bronze mirror.

So what about the fake daughter, Wen Xiaoyu was the real daughter who died at the hands of bandits, she was the one who had the last laugh.

Wen Yunlan smiled, and suddenly felt that her eyelids were a little heavy.

Wen Yunlan put down the jade earrings in her hand, rubbed her eyes, got up and drank a cup of herbal tea.

But it didn't ease the sudden sleepiness.

Wen Yunlan realized that something was wrong with her, her heart shuddered, and she wanted to call the maid outside the door to come in.

But a hand covered his mouth from behind.

A soft voice sounded, Hush, don't make a sound, don't move.

Wen Yunlan's eyes widened in horror, and her body trembled violently.

No matter how ruthless she is, she is only a seventeen-year-old woman, and she can't help being afraid in such a dangerous situation.

Unexplainable laughter sounded behind him, Wen Yunlan swallowed, and bravely turned her head.

When she saw clearly who the person behind her was from the corner of her eye, her pupils shrank suddenly, and immediately struggled with all her strength, trying to break free from the restraint of the person behind her.

There was an extremely nasty smile on Rong Huang's soft white face, as if laughing at her overreaching.

Rong Huang let go of her hand, took two steps back, stood behind Wen Yunlan, looked down at her, and watched her dying.

As soon as she was freed, Wen Yunlan cried out for help.

It's just that the surrounding area was enchanted by Rong Huang, and people outside couldn't hear it at all.

Even though Wen Yunlan screamed out loud, no one showed up.

Wen Yunlan picked up the scissors on the dressing table, pointed at Rong Huang with shaking fingers, and said with a stern expression, Why are you in my room? Aren't you dead?

Wen Yunlan's teeth chattered uncontrollably. Why did Wen Xiaoyu come back intact? Could it be that Qinglongzhai didn't kill her?

Rong Huang tilted his head, Bai Shengsheng's fingertips lightly curled around his long, crow-colored hair, and his tone was soft and sweet, Of course I want to seek revenge from you.

Rong Huang chose not to answer the latter question.

The scourge has lasted for thousands of years, and this king will not die no matter what.

Hmph, I'm mad at you!

Impossible! The third prince told me that you will definitely die!

Wen Yunlan could feel that the strength in her body was gradually losing, and she even started to feel sleepy.

She had a premonition that she would pass out completely without a cup of tea.

Wen Yunlan's body was shaking violently because of extreme fear. She threw away the scissors and ran to the door, trying to open it and escape.

Rong Huang dodged and came directly behind Wen Yunlan.

With a bang, Rong Huang firmly pressed Wen Yunlan against the door.

There was trembling in Wen Yunlan's voice, her eyes were red, What on earth do you want to do? You have a wrong and a debt, I didn't kill you, you are all the third prince!

Rong Huang clicked his tongue, pinched Wen Yunlan's mouth, and threw a pill into it nimbly, regardless of Wen Yunlan's struggle and twisting.