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

Mu Luan's smile froze. Looking at his still angry expression, the curve of her lips deepened a little as she said, "Very cute."

The slightly cool moonlight passed through the attic, drawing a long arc on the three figures huddled together on the ground.

The two of them were very close to each other, with a child between them, and the cold atmosphere was inexplicably softened.

Jun Zhao rubbed his fingertips to remove the remaining powder.

She chuckled and glanced at the sleeping little prince. "The royal family members are the least appreciative. Miss can save him temporarily, but not forever. Maybe he will kill her in the future. Leaving like this without any worries and desires is a kind of relief."

He was clearly smiling, but his smile was so cold and indifferent that it broke the rare tranquility.

Mu Luan felt hot and cold all over, and the smile on her lips gradually faded.

Could it be that the baby in Su Lan's belly was strangled to death by Jun Zhao himself because it threatened Jun Zhao's power?

His mind was in a mess, and Mu Luan's throat began to itch again.

She coughed twice, but suddenly heard a warning voice not far away, "What's that sound?"

"It seems to be the noise coming from the attic."

"Let's go over and have a look."

Mu Luan covered her mouth tightly, listened to the noise approaching her ear, her pupils constricted, and looked at Jun Zhao in panic.

Jun Zhao's face was calm. He put his arms around her neck and gently pressed his calloused fingertips on her Tiantu acupoint.

The moment the cold hand touched her neck, Mu Luan's body stiffened instantly.

Before the coolness spread, the itchiness in the throat was relieved little by little.

Mu Luan's flushed cheeks finally calmed down, but she shrank her body and dared not move.

Because she heard the movements of the guards getting closer and closer, so close that it seemed that she could spot them at a glance by climbing over the railing.

In a flash, when the guard's hand was about to touch the red painted column, a black figure suddenly jumped out from the bushes beside him.

It meowed twice fiercely at several guards, then turned around and quickly rushed down the corridor into the thick night.

One of the guards heaved a sigh of relief and said, "It turned out to be a cat. It scared me."

Another guard frowned and asked, "Where did the wild cat come from in the palace?"

"The black wine has a pair of cunning eyes. Why does it look so much like the black cat in Consort Chunhui's palace?"

"No matter what, the most urgent thing right now is to find the little prince. How could the little prince hide in such a dilapidated attic? You guys continue to search along that road. I will report to Prince Jing."

The hurried and chaotic footsteps soon faded away. Mu Luan lowered his brows, still thinking about what the imperial guards had just said.

Prince Jing is also in the palace?

"Who are you thinking about, young lady?"

A slightly cold voice sounded above her head. Mu Luan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she raised her eyes and replied subconsciously: "No one..."

The sudden cold touch hit Mu Luan, and her lips slightly opened, and a wild and cold breath instantly filled her mouth.

The swollen corners of her lips were rubbed so hard that it hurt. Mu Luan frowned, afraid that the imperial guards who had just walked out a short distance would hear the noise. She could only tilt her head back as much as possible to dissipate the fierce momentum of his tongue.

No one knew what had suddenly driven this man crazy. He didn't even bother to see what the situation was and just bit her lips.

The force was neither light nor heavy, but it made her feel both painful and itchy, and she no longer had the chance to be distracted.

Mu Luan was secretly annoyed and pushed him with glared eyes.

The pain on her face made it hard for her to open her mouth. He kept biting deeper, causing her body to shiver in pain.