"I'm not interested, you go back!" Lan Shuiyao interrupted her lightly and walked into the room.

Sitting in the room sipping tea, Lan Shuiyao knew that the young-looking man on the roof had not left yet. Although she didn't know him, she didn't feel any hostility from him, so she didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Yingtao followed in unwillingly, "Madam, the prince rarely eats with the ladies, you..."

"Just say I'm sick and can't go!" Lan Shuiyao put down the teacup and leaned lazily on the couch, her white fingers tangling around the dark hair. Her voice was lazy and delicate but unapologetic.

She is Lan Shuiyao, a killer king who came from an orphanage and was feared by both the black and white worlds. Doctor is her protected profession, robbery is her compulsory course, and killing is her elective course.

Asking her to dress up beautifully, pose coquettishly and be ranked after the principal wife and concubine, and becoming someone's mistress, is impossible!

Cherry bit her lip. Seeing that Lan Shuiyao had made up her mind, she said nothing more and walked away with a disappointed look on her face.

In the hall, Yue Nanchen sat in the main seat, sipping tea quietly. The butler Fulu stood beside him, so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe.

Grandpa was smiling. Although he was smiling, Fulu could feel that Grandpa was unhappy. And it was not just ordinary unhappiness. That smile was the kind that pulled his cheek muscles to his ears after strong twisting and twitching, a shocking smile.

Anyone who participated in the war seven years ago would recognize this smile. It was in this smile that the

The enemy leader, holding his bloody intestine, let out the most cruel scream in the world.

Unfortunately, the two women, Jiang Cheng and Die Wu, were not survivors of the war, so they naturally could not understand the meaning of this smile.

The scars on Jiang Cheng's face had not healed yet, and she had been covering them up since she sat down, fearing that Yue Nanchen would see them and ruin her gentle and generous image in his mind.

Die Wu couldn't help but gloat over the misfortune, smiling with her lips curled, and kept stealing glances at Yue Nanchen. The atmosphere at the dinner table was very strange.

Yingtao came in hurriedly, bowed uneasily, and hesitantly said, "My Lord, the Third Madam said that she is not in good health and cannot..."

Yue Nanchen frowned coldly. Yingtao was almost scared out of her wits and she fell to her knees on the ground, not daring to get up.

"Master, there are so many maids here, and we can all use a concubine to serve them. Let's get started!" The lack of a competitor was exactly what Jiang Cheng and Die Wu wanted, so they spoke in unison, which was a rare occurrence.

The eldest wife bullies the concubine in secret. No one would be stupid enough to bully her in front of the master. It's not easy to see the master once, and she doesn't even have time to flatter and seduce him. Who would be willing to share their heart with a concubine?

Yue Nanchen raised his eyes to look at Jiang Cheng and Die Wu's faces who were trying hard to please him, a hint of annoyance appeared in his eyes. He dropped his chopsticks, stood up and strode away.

"Your Majesty!" Jiang Cheng and Die Wu quickly stood up and called out in a tender voice, but it was a pity that the heartless man didn't even turn his head and walked away.

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When Fulu saw her, he broke out in a cold sweat for the third wife who had survived the disaster.

"Vixen!" Jiang Cheng snorted coldly and threw the chopsticks in his hand to the ground.

Diewu blinked, chuckled and moved closer, "Who are you talking about, sister?"

"Who else? If you can seduce me, you should be happy if I call you a vixen!" Jiang Cheng glared at her fiercely.

"Are you talking about Lan Shuiyao?" Die Wu asked in surprise. These days were the days when her brother from her natal family was getting married, and she went back to her natal family, so she didn't know the inside story very well. She just heard a few words from the maids.

Jiang Cheng stood up, seeming unwilling to mention that woman.

"Sister, if the prince is really bewitched by the vixen, don't you think we will be more powerful if we unite?" Die Wu made a timely suggestion. She grew up in a merchant family and always knew how to get the most generous return with the least capital.

"How do we unite?" Jiang Cheng has learned her lesson this time. She won't be stupid enough to fight with Lan Shuiyao alone and let Diewu gain the advantage.

"Why don't we go to the room and have a good discussion!" Die Wu stood up, holding Jiang Cheng's hand, and said with a smile.

Jiang Cheng looked at Cherry who was kneeling on the ground thoughtfully, nodded, and before leaving, he did not forget to slap Cherry hard in the face.

Before Yue Nanchen reached the side yard, he saw the woman lying on her back on the green lake.

The gorgeous moonlight, stained by clouds, hovered on the lake, floating and rippling, revealing a clear, shallow light.

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The girl was dressed in white, like a night elf, lazily lying on a small boat in the lake.

Yue Nanchen frowned and strode towards her.

Hearing the man's footsteps, the woman half turned her head and looked at him from afar on the shore, with a lazy and charming smile on her lips, "Master, I won!"

Yue Nanchen looked at her in confusion, "What did you win?"

She turned her head lazily and waved her arm. A white jade wine glass appeared in her palm without her noticing.

He leaned close to Hongyan's lips and pursed them gently, "Just now after Yingtao left, I made a bet with myself, betting that I could see the master without having to look at the faces of the princess and the butterfly princess. In the end, I won!"

Yue Nanchen's face darkened.

Lan Shuiyao laughed softly, and that charming laughter flowed wantonly in the night.

He used Qinggong, tapped his toes on the stone, and his slender figure was like a white horse in the waves. In the blink of an eye, he landed in front of the woman, picked her up, and approached with a ferocious handsome face, "Do you bet whether I will throw you down?"

"I won't!" Lan Shuiyao said firmly, pressing her whole body on him, all parts of their bodies tightly fitting against him, her lips brushing across his intentionally or unintentionally, and her slender and perfect arms gently resting on his shoulders.

Her legs were pressed tightly against his, "If you throw me down, I won't be able to experience the feeling of dancing on a boat in this gorgeous moonlight!"

"Dance?" Yue Nanchen's cold eyes were gloomy and frightening. "I have no interest in dance..." He had no energy to

His big hand suddenly grabbed her neck, "Are you interested in killing people?"

Lan Shuiyao smiled seductively, and didn't seem to be afraid. "How do you know if you haven't jumped?" She took his hand off her neck, held it, and hummed a serenade softly, swaying her body slowly.

The boat was rippling with the water, and the singing was faint. Yue Nanchen lowered his eyes and stared at the half-closed, charming eyes of the woman in the candlelight, and was a little dazed for a moment.

Gradually, his heart calmed down and he was no longer as irritable as before.

"Princess Changning, look, the prince is there!" Suddenly, the voice of the butler Fulu from the shore broke the silence.

Princess Changning? Qing'er!? Yue Nanchen froze all over, and suddenly stood on his heels to look back, but because of his excessive movements and excessive force, the boat swayed from side to side. He actually forgot that this was on the water, not on the ground.

"Oh!" A woman's charming cry was heard, and Lan Shuiyao was pulled sideways by him, just pressing him under her body, and her lips just covered his lips.

The touch of their lips, the fusion of ice and fire, a hint of stiffness quickly flashed across Lan Shuiyao's charming eyes. This result was definitely beyond her expectations!

Resisting the urge to push the man away, she even stuck out her pink tongue and gently knocked open the man's lips.

Yue Nanchen pushed her away violently, with such force that he almost pushed her off the boat, but he didn't care about anything and looked back hastily, only to see the graceful silhouette of a woman in the hazy moonlight.