Chapter 77 The Secret of King Chen



The picture frame seemed to be nailed to the screen with hidden buckles, so it couldn't be taken off directly.

Qin Ye held the frame with one hand and reached his other hand into the gap between the frame and the screen, carefully feeling for the location of the hidden button.

She searched very carefully, but she didn't notice that Ling Qianyi had already climbed out the window and ran away, and a noble black figure slowly walked in behind her...

touch.

rub.

according to.

try to find.

Suddenly, the tip of his finger touched a slightly protruding position, and he pressed it down with a little force. With a "click" sound, the picture frame loosened.

"I got it!" Qin Ye held the picture frame and turned around happily, "Ling..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

The smile froze on his face.

Standing behind her was Zong Zhengchen in a black robe. The man stood with his hands behind his back, looking at her with a smile on his face. He looked so calm, as if he had been here for a long time. When she looked in the study again, there was no trace of Ling Qianyi.

Qin Ye suddenly realized something and jumped up in anger:

Damn!

Ling Qianyi, you are a dishonest boy and you betrayed me!

"Princess, what are you doing?" Zong Zhengchen looked at her leisurely.

“…”

Qin Ye tried hard to keep a smile on his face, twisted his neck stiffly, and struggled to squeeze out a lame excuse:

"It's dusty... I'll help you wipe it off."

Turning around, I unexpectedly discovered that the screen behind the picture frame actually had a secret compartment, inside which lay a dark brown wooden box.

She didn't have time to look at it any further and hurriedly hung up the picture frame, but accidentally touched the wooden box.

Snap——

The wooden box fell to the ground, the lid popped open, and something fell out.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to do that!"

Qin Ye quickly bent down to pick it up, but saw...

Fine silver chains, small handcuffs, and... a small whip...

tread--

The sound of steady footsteps and the man's luxurious brocade boots came into her sight. She slowly raised her head and looked up at the exceptionally tall and majestic man.

The angles of looking down from a high vantage point and looking up form a sharp contrast between tall and petite.

His shadow loomed over her. In the backlit shadow, she could hardly see the expression on the man's face. The dark facial contours and the faint light in his dark eyes were like captured prey.

Opening his lips, his voice hoarse:

"So the princess likes this."

"!!"

Qin Ye immediately felt like he had touched a hot potato and hurriedly threw away the thing in his hand, "Aren't you the one who likes this?"

Who would have imagined that the undefeated god of war, known for his aloofness and abstinence, would have such a thing in his house!

Zong Zhengchen narrowed his eyes and licked his lips:

"What a coincidence, the princess likes it, and I also like it, why don't we try it together?"

! !

Qin Ye's whole body shook, as if he was struck by lightning.

Meeting the man's meaningful gaze, she felt as if she were stripped naked, with nowhere to hide. She felt dangerous and embarrassed.

Suddenly, the man took a step forward.

“I don’t want it!!”

She tensed her body and rushed out like a cat with its fur standing on end. She was so frightened that she took two steps at a time and disappeared without a trace in three seconds.

The man looked at her fleeing back, his thin lips curled up slightly.

Oh!

With such little courage, you still dare to touch his things without permission?

Outside Hanfeng Courtyard.

Qin Ye ran two hundred meters in one breath and circled the palace three times, as if he was afraid that the man would catch up with him. He ran to a secluded bush and hid behind it, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh my god!

That man is a pervert!

She almost got herself into trouble, and all of this was deliberately led by Ling Qianyi. Thinking of this, she was very angry and shouted at the people around her:

"Ling Qianyi, get out here!"


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