Chapter 46 Chapter 46 Without the curtains and walls of the carriage...

Lin Miao has received professional training and usually doesn't smile.

——Unless you can’t help it.

She coughed twice like a lady and covered her lips with her hands, fearing that the corners of her mouth, which were harder to suppress than AK, would give the Seventh Prince a reason to attack her.

Now she was sure that the "ghost behind her" who was staring at her in the dark was definitely not Errol.

Such childish and awkward behavior, which only serves to vent anger by secretly tripping others, is like a child whose favorite toy has been taken away. A mature and lustful leader would never do such a thing.

So who is it? It’s so hard to guess.

Lin Miao put down her hand and looked at His Royal Highness with concern: "Are you okay? Perhaps you should go to the Temple of Light to get a fortune. The gods will bless you."

She leaned towards the man, a move that undoubtedly made the spirit behind her even angrier; its gaze became more intense, almost burning holes in her skin.

His fiancée, who had a soft spot for him but hadn't yet completely succumbed to his charm, had rarely shown him such concern. The Seventh Prince, however irritated, could only suppress his anger. He forced a generous smile. "Thank you, Miss Leah. I will."

Before he could say anything else, the neighing of horses was heard outside the carriage.

The coachman respectfully announced outside that they had arrived at their destination. The prince immediately showed a relieved expression. He didn't want to stay in this damn carriage for another second. He lifted the curtain and stepped down.

Then, he turned around and tried to help Lin Miao - the solid stone slab he was standing on cracked with a "snap", and an ugly poisonous scorpion jumped out from the wet soil and quickly climbed towards his chest!

The man in fancy clothes screamed twice, and the attendants were in a hurry to drive him away. The outside of the carriage suddenly became a mess.

...All five poisons are present. She expressed deep admiration.

Could it be that the person was cultivated from Miaojiang?

There was no choice, Lin Miao had to slowly get off the car from the other side.

After finally dealing with the poisonous scorpion, the Seventh Prince, looking completely ruined and in a state of disarray, walked over to Lin Miao, not daring to hold her hand. His smile was uglier than tears. "Miss Leah, let me take you to visit my estate. I'm sure you'll be pleased with the roses here."

Lin Miao accepted it with pleasure.

The two of them walked towards Rose Manor. The prince was very close to her, and her nose was once again surrounded by the scent of perfume and powder. She should have felt a constant nausea, but the sweetness and clichés seemed to be filtered out, leaving only a vague, distant feeling.

...It was that gaze.

That gaze that follows you everywhere.

Without the barrier of curtains and walls in the carriage, things became more frenzied, more sticky, and more unscrupulous.

Like a hunting spider web, it silently invaded all her senses.

Lin Miao subconsciously touched his chest and found that his heartbeat was a little irregular. But it didn't sound like alertness, nor did it seem like fear.

A vague sound came to her ears, as if the Seventh Prince was saying something to her—she couldn't quite hear it, nor did she care. After all, her five senses were very busy, receiving the wet itch of the snake's tongue licking her back; how could humans, so weak as they were, be so distracted?

A strange heat surged through her veins, expanding the space within them and sending blood surging from head to toe. A drunken flush rose on her cheeks, burning her so much that she wanted to rip open her collar.

She really wanted to turn around, really wanted to meet that person's eyes right now, without any preparation - what kind of eyes would that be?

But she held back.

The corners of her lips curved upwards slightly, and she turned sideways, getting closer to the man next to her.

...It’s not the time yet, Lin Miao said to himself.

The slight pain from her nails digging into her palms kept her awake enough.

Her "first" meeting with him should have been more grand.

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The roses produced by the royal family do have the capital to satisfy the noble ladies.

The breeze fell on the folds of the double petals of the flower, and the deep red color was layered like a flowing, grand cloud.

Seeing the amazement in Lin Miao's eyes and her graceful demeanor that unconsciously revealed her fondness, His Royal Highness's thoughts began to stir again.

He mentioned this deliberately: "The roses in this manor are cultivated using special techniques. There are no more beautiful flowers in the entire kingdom. It was here that my father proposed to my mother."

"Really?" Lin Miao cooperated, putting on a 'wow, so romantic' expression. "The relationship between your majesty and the queen is truly enviable."

Seeing that she didn't understand what he meant, the Seventh Prince lost his temper. "What I mean is... after meeting you today, I'm very satisfied with you, Miss Leah. I hope to marry you. As long as Miss Leah agrees, I will ask my father to issue an order after returning to the palace, making you my official prince consort."

"..." Looking at the expression on the face of the young man in gorgeous clothes that said "this is a reward for you", "don't be ungrateful", and "why don't you kneel down to thank the king for his grace", Lin Miao was amused.

She lowered her head shyly, pretending to be embarrassed, and said in a whisper, "Just... follow your Highness's wishes."

The Seventh Prince, who had made a fool of himself all the way, thought that the beauty would temporarily reject him. When he saw Lin Miao agreed, he was overjoyed and thought that no one could resist his charm.

He couldn't help but stare at Lin Miao's rosy lips, imagining what it would feel like to be kissed by the Duke's daughter, and moved closer to her little by little.

Lin Miao did not retreat.

She tilted her head back slightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and she made an expectant gesture.

The air around him seemed to be condensed by some strange magnetic field and stopped flowing; it was like being in a sub-zero cold glacier, and the breath he exhaled quickly turned into solid ice mist.

When His Royal Highness's lips were only inches away from her, there was a clear sound of bones breaking, and his rather delicate face showed a convulsive distortion of extreme pain; however, this time, he didn't even get a scream, and was picked up by an invisible giant hand like an ant, and thrown onto the garden fence with a "plop", and fainted.

Lin Miao stood still, and out of the corner of his eye he saw that the guards following behind him were lying on the ground in all directions.

...still knew how to clean up the scene.

She thought rather critically and turned around slowly.

Not far from her, in the shadow of a big tree, stood a "person" in a black hat and black robe.

His hands dropped, his silent sorrow blending into the shadows, giving no sign of the brutality he had just performed. The hem of his robe trailed on the grass, unstained by dirt or grass debris. His hood obscured most of his face, revealing only his familiar lips and a sculpted jawline.

Sensing Lin Miao looking at him, he reflexively moved his feet to walk towards her, but suddenly stopped and stood still.

"Why don't you come over?" The human girl raised her voice, her tone normal and with a faint smile, "Lord Errol has followed me all the way. Aren't you tired?"

Seeing that he still didn't move, the girl tilted her head, "...Lord Errol?"

The hooded man finally spoke, his voice a gorgeous and seductive one: "...Why did you let that rubbish get close to you?...He's so dirty."

...The disguise is so poor.

"How else can I draw your attention?" Lin Miao walked briskly in front of him. "Whenever I have any contact with His Royal Highness the Prince, you stare at me fiercely... I can't ignore it, so I might as well find a way to get you out."

"You still say you won't be jealous? The scene of the wife chasing after the mistress and beating her has even appeared."

"..." Under the hood, the devil's long eyelashes trembled.

"Why aren't you talking again?" She reached out to lift his hat, but he held her wrist. "You're really acting strangely today. On other days, wouldn't you just yell 'miao miao' and rush over to kiss me?"

"You can't even let me see your face. Are you really angry?"

A sober and rational demon could probably easily find clues from his memory - in front of the lustful head, human girls always acted coquettishly and docilely, and rarely teased in such a bold and teasing way.

But now he was neither sober nor rational.

"...some." He thought about how he should respond, closed his eyes, and took off his hood.

The pigeon-blood red eyes half-drooped: "You are my...human being. He is just an object for us to use and is not worthy of touching you." When the devil said the last four words, his voice was mixed with an extremely cold and murderous aura that she had never heard before.

"Oh?" She began to feel indescribable excitement again, her brain nerves beating actively, urging her to press forward. "Unworthy? Isn't it that you 'don't want'?"

"Of course I..."

"Why don't you call me Miaomiao?"

Faced with the human's strong interruption, the devil was stuck for a moment.

But it was only for a moment.

"Miao Miao." He called out fluently and with rich affection, just like every time before, as if he had called it thousands of times.

He seemed to have completely emerged from another state, transforming back into the Errol she had spent every day with. "Of course I don't want to—even if you want to lure me out, Miaomiao can't use this method."

"What if he really gets Miaomiao's affection? What should I do? My whole heart is with Miaomiao." The devil said aggrievedly, his handsome face buried in the side of Lin Miao's neck, greedily absorbing her sweet, extremely attractive breath. "Didn't Miaomiao promise..."

His voice trailed off: "Love, mine?"

"Of course I'll keep my promise." Lin Miao moved his long hair soothingly. "Since you're here, why not accompany me for a walk in the rose garden?"

Her fingers nimbly slipped between his five fingers, their palms pressed tightly together, revealing undisguised closeness and trust.

"……good."

The demon ripped a word from his throat.

So Lin Miao took him by the hand and strolled along the garden path; she mentioned Daisy's reminder to her to be careful of the royal family, and then began to chat about this and that as lively as usual.

The demon followed her steps quietly, responding briefly to the previous two sentences, his eyes always closely following her face, entwining and intertwining in circles.

Finally, Lin Miao felt a little tired of talking.

She suddenly stopped and pointed ahead in surprise, saying, "Look, what is that!"

The demon was completely unprepared for her and immediately looked in the direction she pointed.

The next moment, the cold, sharp metal blade touched the throbbing veins in his neck, leaving a thin bloody mark.

Lin Miao was holding the blue diamond dagger given as a gift by his good fellow devil, Lord Mammon, with a smile on his face.

"Lord Anwei, nice to meet you, hello."