The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

Chapter 104

She didn't know whether Jun Zhao's feelings for Su Lan in his previous life were true or false. If they were false, he did protect her very well, so that she didn't hear any news.

But if it is true, what mistake did Su Lan make to make Jun Zhao so angry that he did the shocking act of cutting open her stomach?

Mu Luan sighed silently, he really couldn't understand it.

Maybe this is the way a madman loves.

"What are you sighing about, young lady?"

Jun Zhao's sudden words instantly brought Mu Luan back to her senses. She looked at the man who raised his eyes slightly, glanced at her, and then lowered his eyes.

She hesitated for a moment, her thoughts turning over, and finally asked, "Did you do anything about Zhou Yunan?"

Jun Zhao didn't stop moving his hands until he had tied the bandage. Then he raised his eyes slowly and said calmly, "Miss, do you pity him?"

Mu Luan couldn't help but frown at these sarcastic words, "I'm not a saint, my mind is not that broad."

After a pause, he continued, "I just think that you don't need to cause trouble for yourself. If the imperial court catches him, he won't survive."

Jun Zhao's eyes softened a little, he stood up and said calmly: "The feeling of killing someone with your own hands is different from that of someone else killing you."

Mu Luan: “…”

She believed they were talking about the same thing, so why did it seem so bloody when it came to him?

But after all, he helped her, so she should still thank him. "Good deeds will be rewarded, and evil deeds will be punished. Thank you for helping me vent my anger."

Jun Zhao was slightly surprised, thinking that she would be scared, but the little girl's autumn-water eyes were sparkling and she was not frightened at all.

He sneered in his heart, his dark eyes still staring at her, and after a moment, he said: "Miss, would you do that with Song Wenjing?"

Mu Luan frowned. Based on his understanding of Jun Zhao, he didn't seem like the type of person who would care about other people's love affairs between men and women.

As for Song Wenjing...

What she wanted was complete preference. Song Wenjing could not get rid of the constraints of his status. Even if he could start over again, he would still give up himself for the future of the Prince's Mansion.

Even if his love is real, it is still not worth mentioning in the face of interests.

"No," Mu Luan shook his head firmly.

Jun Zhao still looked at her steadily. After a moment, he raised his eyebrows, curved his lips, and turned away without saying anything else.

Yin Xin happened to come back from the front hall and was slightly startled when she saw the man about to leave.

Why is Mr. Jiuyou leaving now?

She caught a glimpse of a dark color on the hem of his clothes from the corner of her eye, and her expression froze for a moment.

Could it be that the young lady is making a fuss again about not taking her medicine properly?

Ouch, the medicine was spilled on someone else, my ancestors!

Yin Xin held his forehead with his hand and walked quickly into the house. What caught his eyes were the messy marks on the desk and the inkstone that fell on the ground.

"Miss, what happened?"

As she spoke, she hurried over to check.

He tiptoed over the ink on the ground and glanced at the desk.

The ink pen fell on the paper, leaving dark spots among the blooming flowers, which instantly corroded the delicate flowers like a poisonous substance.

Mu Luan looked at the ink splattered all over the floor with a guilty conscience, then glanced away and said, "I just accidentally knocked it over."

Yin Xin hurried over and asked nervously, "Miss, did you hit your foot?"

Mu Luan shook her head, "I'm fine."

Yin Xin was relieved, and shook the drawing paper in her hand, saying regretfully: "This painting is ruined. The young lady spent so much time on it, but she didn't expect that a few drops of ink would ruin the whole picture."

Mu Luan took the painting from her hand and glanced over it.

The black ink spread out like a sinister dark cloud, catching everyone off guard.

It was all Jun Zhao’s fault. He caused trouble and then left with nothing.

Mu Luan looked out the window in the direction of Jun Zhao's courtyard angrily...

The Fourth Prince's Mansion.

In the study, Jun Zhiling picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote something on the rice paper.

A secret guard reported: "Your Highness, Xu Huaian's body has been sent to the Dali Temple and will be examined by the coroner Xu Gaoze himself.

There was also a big move in the palace. The emperor ordered the leaders of the East and West Factories and the Embroidered Uniform Guard to conduct a thorough investigation of their subordinates and execute any suspicious persons on the spot.

Our secret agents have suffered heavy losses and there are only a few left."

Jun Zhiling paused and slowly stood up.

Eight vigorous and powerful words suddenly appeared on the rice paper.

A decisive kill in a moment is half a step ahead of heaven.

His sharp eyes suddenly raised up, like a sharp arrow shot out from a bow.

The secret guard trembled physically and mentally, knelt down hurriedly and lowered his head.

With a click, the jade brush in Jun Zhiling's hand instantly broke into three pieces.

The next moment, he threw him to the ground fiercely and asked with a gloomy face: "Everyone has rushed to the palace, and none of those secret agents noticed it. It is not a pity that they died!"

"Your Highness, please calm down." The secret guard lowered his head even more, his brows furrowed as if they could pinch a fly to death.

He also wanted to know who had the ability to pass through the numerous checkpoints in the palace and design such a conspiracy to frame His Highness!

Jun Zhiling stood with his hands behind his back, poking his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and said in a cold voice: "Send out all the secret guards to investigate carefully, especially the East Palace and Nineteenth."

The secret guard nodded and accepted the order, "Yes."

Jun Zhiling seemed to remember something and asked again, "No news about Nineteen yet?"

The secret guard replied cautiously: "I have already sent more people, and there will be news soon."

"Has the woman who lit the Life and Death Lamp at Youming Inn been found?"

The secret guard felt his scalp tingling, and answered with great difficulty: "It seems that someone secretly wiped out her traces. None of the ten secret guards sent out to investigate have returned."

"No one came back?"

Jun Zhiling narrowed his eyes, pondering the interests involved, "It seems that the relationship between that woman and Nineteen is not ordinary."

"Send more people to continue to track down the identity of that woman. I want to see who Nineteen is protecting so much."

The secret guards took the order and retreated. Jun Zhiling slammed his palm heavily on the desk, with cold anger in his eyes.

"How can a bastard born from a concubine of the previous dynasty have the qualifications to compete with me for power? Nineteen, Nineteen, you'd better have been reincarnated, otherwise..."

Jun Zhiling's brows were gloomy, and he clenched the rice paper tightly with his fingers. The word he held in his palm was "kill"!

East Palace.

Prince Jun Qi was glaring at the Western Factory guards standing guard in front of the palace and shouted, "It's my fourth brother who's in solitary confinement. What are you doing guarding me here? Don't you think it's enough to annoy me?"

The guards all lowered their heads, and the leader clasped his fists and replied, "The commander has ordered that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince rest in the palace for the next few days."

Jun Qizheng suddenly laughed out loud in anger, "How dare a eunuch like him interfere with this prince?"

When he said this, Cao Mang happened to be walking towards him from a distance and heard the words "Eunuch Party" exactly.

He paused, narrowed his eyes, then turned the door and walked in, smiling and saying, "Of course, I dare not bother His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. So, the Queen asked me to bring the portraits of the young ladies from various official families to cheer His Royal Highness up."