Although Song Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, she did not dare to relax completely. She tensed her body and looked at the man with a peerless appearance, with deep admiration in her eyes.

The morning before yesterday, when she woke up, he looked at her tenderly and gave her a haircut, making her feel the happiness of being pampered.

But it was too short.

In just half a day, he distanced himself from her.

She looked at him greedily and infatuatedly, "Lord Chen, Qin Ye should have died four years ago. Why don't you treat me as Qin Ye and be with me?"

Zong Zhengchen frowned, his eyes were extremely cold:

"You deserve it?"

In the past, he had been offered a marriage arranged by his father, a minister gave him a huge fortune, and there was also an alliance with another country, but he looked down on any of them. Now, a village girl in a small town dared to seek his love?

"You are also a dead person, why do you still want to occupy someone else's body?" Yun Ying said angrily.

Song Qiao loudly retorted: "Qin Ye died four years ago, but I died seven days ago. I still have a chance to be saved."

Save you x!

A phrase of national quintessence was on the tip of her tongue, but Yun Ying swallowed it back in front of the children.

Ai Ai said in a cold voice: "My princess' life was bought by the state master with his own life, and what about you? You use evil means to seize someone else's body. Sooner or later, you will be retaliated and suffer the consequences!"

Song Qiaocai didn't believe this.

As long as tonight is over, she will be able to completely take over this body.

By then, she would be Qin Ye, and Qin Ye would be her. Even if King Chen hated her, he would be unable to do anything to her.

snort!

"Send my brother here," she ordered, "or I'll kill myself!"

Don't send me off. Song Ao, who was afraid of death, quickly grabbed the ground and crawled forward with both hands.

Song Qiao glanced sideways and gave the Taoist a look.

The Taoist priest understood and began to perform the ritual.

Just at this moment, outside the courtyard, a sound of horse hooves came flying in, breaking through the night, accompanied by angry curses:

"Song Qiao, you bastard, how dare you plot against me!"

Qin Jiaojiao is here!

Two seriously injured guards escorted her back. She herself was also injured and covered in blood. She couldn't swallow this humiliation, so she turned back without stopping and found this place.

This bitch!

He betrayed her and sent someone to kill her.

Qin Jiaojiao grabbed the reins tightly and saw the Taoist performing a ritual. She shouted, "Catch Song Ao! Don't let Song Ao's blood drip onto the magic circle!"

A loud shout woke everyone up.

Song Qiao hurriedly ran towards Song Ao, trying to pull him over.

But Zong Zhengchen was faster. He dodged and kicked Song Ao more than ten meters away. Song Ao screamed in pain and vomited blood.

Song Qiao became anxious and rushed forward without hesitation.

After rolling four or five times, he rolled to Song Ao's side and wiped a handful of hot and wet blood on his injured leg.

“Haha! Hahaha!”

She laughed out loud.

Tonight, no one can stop her.

"Lord Chen, Qin Ye will not come back. She is just a lonely wandering soul. She has no ties or connections with this body. She herself stole this body, so how can she own it for long?"

Song Qiao laughed out loud and strode to the formation.

"As long as I drip the blood of my relatives into it, I will be bound to this body. From now on, I am Qin Ye, haha! Hahaha!"

The Taoist priest performed a ritual, "You can let the blood drip in now!"

Song Qiao understood and strode forward.

Suddenly, Ai Ai ran up, cut his arm, and spilled his blood on the formation.

Seeing this, Song Qiao was stunned for a moment: "What are you doing? You don't think your stupid behavior can save Qin Ye? Hahaha, what we need is the blood of our loved ones, not just any cat or dog!"

Ai Ai threw away the dagger, looked at her coldly, touched her still flat belly, and said:

"I am pregnant."