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

In late autumn, there was drizzle for days on end, and the mist was thick.

In the General's Mansion, the flying eaves and pointed corners reflected the gray sky, and the rain dripped slowly from the grooves under the eaves.

After returning from the autumn hunt, Mu Luan has been following the progress of the assassination of the prince.

On this day, Mu Sinian came back from the palace, his brows seemed solemn yet relieved.

Mu Luan walked along the corridor of the flower hall until she came to her father. Only then did she realize that her father was in deep thought and didn't even raise his head.

"Dad?" Mu Luan called softly.

Mu Sinian raised his brows slightly, suddenly coming back to his senses, and at a glance he saw his concerned daughter and his wife standing in the flower hall with a worried look on her face.

He immediately suppressed the complex emotions in his eyes, pretended to be calm, and said, "Yao'er, Madam."

Madam Mu stepped forward and took the official hat from his hand and said, "Did something happen? You look upset."

Mu Sinian didn't want his wife and children to worry, so he was about to brush it off when he heard Mu Luan ask, "But is there any progress on the case of the Crown Prince's assassination?"

Mu Sinian was stunned for a moment.

He has been running around a lot for this matter recently.

There has indeed been some progress regarding the prince's case.

Mu Luan observed her father's expression and knew that she had guessed correctly, so she pleaded softly, "Father, can you tell me about it?"

Mu Sinian hesitated slightly, glanced at Madam Mu, and finally nodded.

Even he was shocked by the assassination of the prince.

My daughter personally experienced the autumn hunting trip.

He didn't want this matter to become her lingering nightmare, so it might be a good idea to reveal some information to put her at ease.

Several people sat down on chairs in the flower hall. Mu Sinian said, "The assassins who assassinated the prince have all been caught. After a joint interrogation by the Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice, it was discovered that they were the same group as the assassins who were killed at the Queen's birthday banquet."

When Mu Luan heard this, her heart inexplicably tightened.

It is still impossible to conclude that Jun Zhao was the one who did it. Even if it was Jun Zhao who did it, he was a man who dared to go against the will of heaven and was always elusive. He definitely could not be among the assassins who were captured.

Mu Luan didn't notice that subconsciously she didn't want Jun Zhao to get into trouble.

"But is it related to the remnants of the previous dynasty?" Mu Luan asked tentatively.

Mu Sinian looked at his daughter's penetrating eyes and nodded, "The remnants of the previous dynasty are becoming more and more active. The emperor was furious and issued an edict that anyone found to be the remnant of the previous dynasty should be killed without mercy."

Madam Mu was holding a cup in her hand. When she heard it, her fingertips trembled and the cup slipped from her hands.

With a bang, it fell to the ground.

Mu Luan was startled and looked back at A Niang.

Seeing that she looked a little pale, he immediately stepped forward and asked, "Mother, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mu Sinian stood up and held her slightly cold fingers, saying, "Your hands are so cold, you must have caught a cold."

Madam Mu dodged a glance and followed Mu Sinian's words, "Maybe the weather has turned cold, so I thought of using this cup to warm myself up, but I didn't expect it to be accidentally knocked over."

"I'll go back with you to put on more clothes." Mu Sinian knew what she was worried about, and patted her hand gently to comfort her.

Mu Luan was so worried about whether A Niang was feeling unwell that she didn't notice the hidden meaning in the look between the two people. "The weather has been unpredictable recently. A Niang is worried that she will catch a cold."

Madam Mu nodded and said, "Okay, mother knows, you should also remember to put on more clothes."

Mu Luan looked at the departing figures of his father and mother, stood in the flower hall in a daze for a moment, and then returned to Shaoguang Courtyard.

She pondered over what her father had said in her heart.

If the people who assassinated the prince this time are the same group of people as the men in black at the queen's birthday banquet, then Jun Zhao must be the mastermind behind it!

The remnants of the previous dynasty were nothing but a cover, which could not only make the emperor worry all night long, but also pave the way for Jun Zhao to regain his position as prince.

The war was brought to the remnants of the previous dynasty. No matter how suspicious the emperor was, he would never have guessed that it was Jun Zhao who did it.

Mu Luan lowered his eyes, looking rather gloomy.

Jun Zhao's tactic of killing someone with a borrowed knife has brought suffering to the people of the previous dynasty.

The leaves of the ginkgo trees in the distance are golden, stained by the days of rain, and there is no trace of beauty.

From time to time, bean-sized drops of water rolled down the corners of the window frames, flowing along the tender green leaves of the orchids under the corridor and falling into the soil with a plop.

"What are you thinking about, young lady?"

A low and deep voice sounded, Mu Luan's eyebrows jumped, and he looked back.

Jun Zhao was seen half leaning on the bed, with one leg bent and one hand supporting his temple.

The dim light shone on his cold pale profile, deepening his facial features, making them look lazy and unrestrained.

The corners of his lips curled up, looking at her with a smile.

I don’t know how long I looked at it like this.

Mu Luan's expression was subtle, and he said, "In this situation, you still have the leisure to hang out in the general's mansion."

Jun Zhao raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to her, and said, "Come here."

Mu Luan stood there without moving. After all, she was in the general's mansion, and this man was still so domineering. Did he really think that she didn't dare to call for help?

Jun Zhao waited, but she didn't move.

Seeing her standing in front of the window, with her back straight and a fearless look, I couldn't help but chuckle.

He looked at her with the corner of his eye and asked casually again: "Are you really not coming?"

Mu Luan knew that nothing good would happen in the past, so it would be safer under the windowsill.

Her eyes turned slightly, shining with a clear light, and she smiled faintly, "If you have anything to say, just say it directly. I can hear you."

The rain curtain fell from behind her like pearls, and the cool breeze blew the strands of hair on her temples, making her look beautiful and soft.

Jun Zhao's smile faded, his thin lips moved as if in compromise, he reached into his arms to take something, and said softly: "Since the young lady doesn't mind, then I will have to tell you."

He slowly pulled something with his fingertips, and a light pink object gradually emerged from his collar.

"The young lady left it behind in the carriage last time."

When Jun Zhao's leisurely voice fell, Mu Luan also saw clearly what the two thin straps in his hand were.

That's her underwear!

A stone stirs up a thousand waves, "You..."

The small piece of clothing was trembling and floating between his two fingers. He even spread it out in the palm of his hand, gently pinched it with his fingertips, raised his eyes to look at her, and said seriously: "It's soft."

Mu Luan's cheeks turned red with anger, and she subconsciously looked at the scene outside the window.

Seeing no one around, she quickly closed the window, clenched her fists, and walked towards the man on the couch.

When she was one step away from the man, she reached out to grab her clothes.

Unexpectedly, Jun Zhao raised his long arm, and the small clothes were immediately wrapped around his strong arm.

He easily put his other hand around her waist and pressed her down on his lap.

"Jun Zhao!"

Mu Luan bit her lip and tried her best to move away.

She struggled for a long time, sweat breaking out on her forehead, and then she looked up at Jun Zhao.

He was calm and composed, and could easily unbutton her neck and lift up her collar for a closer inspection.