Ling Che, the son of the young marquis of the imperial capital of Dongling State.

Ling Che was exposed, and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "How did you know?"

Since she knew his true identity and hid it so well under his nose, it seemed that he underestimated her.

Yun Jiao said: "You hate me."

From the night she entered Lanzhou City and met him, she felt that he looked vaguely familiar.

Ten years may change a person's appearance, but it cannot completely turn him into another person. She felt familiar with his eyebrows, features, and tone of voice.

Later, after entering the Ling Mansion, he kept teasing her and bullying her with evil intentions, making her suspicious.

He could have any woman he wanted, but he had to keep chasing her. Besides, she had never offended him, so the only possibility was that they had a grudge against each other.

Women are sensitive and are most likely to pay attention to these details.

Putting all these factors together, she discovered that Ling Che hated her.

"It's impossible for two people who have never met to have hatred for no reason, unless we have had some intersection in the past. I found that the accents you and Sang Xue spoke in are very similar to those of people from the south and north of the Yangtze River. After checking, I found that you are indeed from the imperial capital of Jiangbei."

So does Sang Xue.

Just follow the clues and you will find out.

Ling Che squinted his eyes and glanced at the dagger against her neck, then followed her clenched hand and slowly moved his gaze upwards to look at her calm little face.

He smiled and said, “Go on.”

"You once told me about your mother. You always looked at me with hatred. Every time you said you loved me, you were perfunctory. Women are the most sensitive. You can tell at a glance whether you love me or not."

He doesn't love her.

Naturally, she wouldn't be fooled.

"When I learned that you had the iron in your hand and were in contact with people from the Western Regions, I knew that you were the cause of the crisis for my mother and the Western Regions. You led me to Lanzhou City, and you came for me."

"You want to plot against me, so I'll just play along with you."

Pretending to be flattering and affectionate, she went into the desert and led the way for him.

Now, everyone is trapped in the desert, and with no one to help them, it is equivalent to stripping Ling Che of his power. It is easiest to capture him at this time.

After listening to all her thoughts, Ling Che laughed in a deep voice.

His slightly narrowed eyes were a little sleepy, hiding the laziness and danger of a lone wolf. He looked at the person in front of him with a half-smile:

"I thought you loved me deeply, but now it seems that you disappoint me and surprise me at the same time."

Disappointed that she wasn't in love with him.

Surprised at her intelligence.

Suddenly, he seemed to be a little in love with her.

"I love you?" Yun Jiao thought these three words were a huge joke and looked at him sarcastically. "A demon like you who kills without blinking an eye, is bloodthirsty and cruel, cold-blooded and ruthless, what qualifications do you have to talk about love?"

"You don't deserve love!"

Which woman would like a man like this?

Ling Che stared at her: "I wanted to touch you that day, but you were having your period, were you pretending?"

"Yes, why would I let someone like you touch me? Every night when you hold me to sleep, I feel disgusted!"

"Heh, disgusting, didn't you swallow it anyway?"

She pretended so well that even he was fooled by her superb acting skills.

He thought she was a big-breasted, brainless, naive girl.

"Sleeping in the same bed with someone like me means that we are destined to be inseparable and entangled. Jiaojiao, the tip of your knife shouldn't be pointed at me."