The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

Lu Jiuqing walked into the study cautiously. The room was brightly lit. Mo Xiao was sitting behind the desk, lowering his head to write something. When he heard the footsteps, he did not raise his head.

Lu Jiuqing stood alone in the room for a while, then slowly walked closer, stood in front of the table, and called softly: "Your Highness."

Mo Xiao's writing hand paused, and then he threw away the pen with a snap. A few drops of ink spattered and landed on Lu Jiuqing's sleeves.

Lu Jiuqing stiffened for a moment, but stood still, looking at Mo Xiao steadily.

Mo Xiao looked up at her, his expression uncertain, and after a while he said, "You finally know you've come to see me?"

Lu Jiuqing twitched the corners of his lips stiffly and said softly: "A few days ago... I really had something to do, so I couldn't come. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

Mo Xiao hated it when Lu Jiuqing talked to him like this, as if she was his subordinate.

Seeing Mo Xiao's face turn cold, Lu Jiuqing didn't know what he said wrong.

Mo Xiao stood up immediately, grabbed Lu Jiuqing's wrist and walked into the room inside.

Lu Jiuqing was startled and struggled subconsciously. After Mo Xiao turned to look at her, she immediately relaxed her strength and followed Mo Xiao inside.

Mo Xiao roughly threw Lu Jiuqing onto the bed, then pressed him up and said to Lu Jiuqing viciously: "When will you finally understand your own identity?"

He didn't need Lu Jiuqing to talk to him like a servant, asking him to forgive his sins.

But to Lu Jiuqing's ears, these words seemed to be telling her to pay attention to her identity and not to overstep her bounds.

Lu Jiuqing closed her eyes, hiding the bitterness in her eyes, and said nothing.

Mo Xiao was irritated by her appearance and reached out to tear off her clothes. The anger that had been accumulated for many days was released in this moment.

Just as he hurriedly pressed it down, his eyes fell on a bruise on Lu Jiuqing's shoulder. He immediately stopped moving and stared at that spot without blinking.

Lu Jiuqing waited for a long time without waiting for Mo Xiao's next move. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Mo Xiao cautiously.

There was an undercurrent in Mo Xiao's eyes. He reached out to touch the bruise on Lu Jiuqing's shoulder and said slowly: "Who did it?"

Lu Jiuqing realized something and immediately pulled the quilt over in a panic to cover his shoulders.

She didn't want Mo Xiao to see it.

Mo Xiao let her pull the quilt to wrap him up, staring at Lu Jiuqing firmly with his eyes, asking word by word: "Who did it?"

Lu Jiuqing moved his lips, but didn't say a word.

Her eyes were a little red and she didn't dare to look up at Mo Xiao.

She was afraid of seeing disgust in Mo Xiao's eyes, as if she was some kind of dirty thing.

Mo Xiao clenched his fist tightly and said through gritted teeth, "Is it Tang Xiuyan?"

Lu Jiuqing still said nothing.

Mo Xiao asked again: "Is this why you have been avoiding me these days?"

Lu Jiuqing's lips trembled. After a while, he said softly: "I... didn't let him succeed. I'm still clean. Don't worry."

Mo Xiao suddenly erupted as if he was touched by some reverse scale.

He stood up and swept away the things on the bedside table. After a ping-pong-pong-pong-pong sound, he said sternly: "I'm not worried. What should I be worried about?"

"How can I feel relieved?"

Lu Jiuqing stared at Mo Xiao with wide eyes and shrank back subconsciously.