The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

"Ling Muxiao! Do you think I have so much time that I can just feed the dogs?

Or do you think my IQ is low enough to play such a boring game with you?"

Han Yue's words were like a string of cannonballs, one after another, without the slightest pause, bombarding Ling Muxiao until he was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

At this moment, Ling Muxiao just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. He felt like he was thrown into a circus and became the biggest joke of the whole place.

You know, he is the emperor of Ling Kingdom, but he didn't expect to end up like this.

He looked at Ling Jinhan as if for help, but found that his brother also had a helpless look on his face, so he could only bite the bullet and continue explaining.

"Miss Hanyue, please listen to my explanation. This formula and hand gesture were really told to me by me, ah, no, my royal grandfather, personally. Maybe, maybe it requires some special opportunity to trigger it..."

"Opportunity? I think you mean that I need to slap you in the face to wake you up, that's the 'opportunity'!"

Han Yue laughed in anger, but there was a hint of coldness in that smile that made people shiver.

Just when the atmosphere was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, ready to explode at any moment, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the corridor.

A middle-aged man dressed in tight clothes and with a serious face that could squeeze water out of him was swept into this slightly embarrassing scene like a sudden tornado.

His pace was so fast that one would almost wonder if he had Hot Wheels on his feet.

His eyes were so sharp that they seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. After scanning the area, he looked around.

His eyes were like being attracted by a magnet, firmly fixed on Lin Nuoer.

"Miss, something terrible has happened! The head of the family has issued an order, which is extremely urgent. Please leave immediately. There is something important to discuss when you return!"

There was a hint of urgency in the middle-aged man's words, as if the courier had delivered an urgent package that had to be signed for in person.

This sudden change was like a timely rain after a long drought, instantly extinguishing the suffocating and awkward atmosphere in the corridor.

Lin Nuoer, who was originally unknown and whose presence was as thin as air, was instantly hit by the spotlight and jumped from a supporting role to the focus of everyone's attention.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Lin Nuoer's face.

His eyes were so passionate that he could even see the pores on her face clearly.

Lin Nuoer's face changed slightly, as if she had eaten an unripe persimmon, sour and a little surprised.

She thought to herself that this must be a secret signal from her father, telling her that the Lin family has everything ready except for the east wind.

Lin Nuo'er's eyes subtly moved between Ling Muxiao and Ling Jinhan, as if she was engaging in a silent contest and evaluation.

Ling Muxiao, despite being the current emperor, seems to lack foresight and ruthless means.

The hesitation and uneasiness that occasionally flashed in his eyes were undoubtedly fatal weaknesses in Lin Nuoer's view.

But Ling Jinhan is a completely different person.

His eyes were as deep as the abyss, and every blink seemed to be planning the next move.

Although his smile seemed gentle and harmless, Lin Nuoer knew what a sharp knife was hidden behind that smile.

Ling Jinhan's methods are both ruthless and precise, just like a cheetah in the jungle. Once he locks on his target, he will never let go easily.

"Hmph, Ling Muxiao, ah Ling Muxiao, if you want to sit safely on this throne, I'm afraid you have to learn more from your brother."

Lin Nuoer sneered secretly in her heart, with an imperceptible curve at the corner of her mouth.

In this battle for the throne, the chips in your hand are crucial, and how to make good use of these chips will be the key to determining victory or defeat.

Just as Lin Nuoer was thinking about how to gain the greatest benefit in this game of imperial power.

The middle-aged man spoke again, interrupting her thoughts.

"Miss, time waits for no one, let's set off as soon as possible. The owner of the house has prepared a carriage for you, and everything has been arranged."

Lin Nuoer nodded slightly, with a hint of determination in her eyes.

This return would mean that she would officially step into the center of the vortex of the struggle for imperial power and would never be able to extricate herself.

But even so, she has no regrets, because she has greater ambitions and aspirations in her heart.

What she wants is not only the glory of the Ling family, but also the control of the entire world.

Under the gazes of everyone, Lin Nuoer slowly stood up.

Her figure looked particularly tall and firm in the candlelight.

She looked at Ling Muxiao and Ling Jinhan, with a meaningful smile on her lips, as if she was declaring war on them.

After saying that, Lin Nuoer turned and left, her steps firm and graceful, as if every step was stepping on the drumbeat of fate.

Her figure gradually faded away in everyone's sight, but left an indelible mark.

That was Lin Nuoer's unique desire and pursuit for power.

Ling Muxiao and Ling Jinhan were each thinking secretly in their hearts.

They knew that this seemingly weak Miss Lin was actually an opponent that could not be underestimated. The next battle for the throne was destined to be a contest full of wisdom and cunning, blood and sacrifice.

However, there is a life-threatening Han Yue next to them, and they cannot keep up.