Yue Chengning smiled coldly. The throne had an attraction to everyone. He didn't believe that Yue Nanchen would not be tempted after hearing such a message. At least he would find out the truth. As long as there was a gap between him and Yue Nanxuan, he would be half successful.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
"Is Dong Qing'er awake?" Yue Chengning turned around slowly. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the man's thin face looked a little gloomy.
"No... No! I have tried my best. Lan Shuiyao is keeping a close eye on the princess, and Prince Yongnan is in the clinic, so it is really difficult to do anything!"
Yue Chengning suddenly sneered, "If you can't be cured, can you still die? I have lost my patience! Since you can't live and be of use to me, then go die!"
The dark figure in the shadows gasped, having followed his master for so long, he knew how ruthless his master was, but he never expected that he would not even let his own wife go!
"What? You dare to disobey my order?" A hint of coldness slowly gathered in Yue Chengning's dark pupils, and his voice became even gloomier.
"I dare not!" The black shadow immediately knelt on the ground.
The man's black eyes suddenly burned with a dark red fire, and the bloody dark red was like a sweet blood stain in his eyes. "Those who achieve great things don't care about trivial matters. Sacrificing a woman is nothing, let alone a useless woman. If it's her..."
Lan Shuiyao’s stunning face suddenly popped up in his mind. If one day he owned the kingdom of Nanyue, the only woman who would sit beside him and share a hundred years with him would be her!
The black shadow seemed to have grasped some information, but he was a secret guard and did not dare to ask anything, so he just knelt on the ground.
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Go ahead and do as I tell you!" He raised his face coldly, his pointed chin emitting a blade-like luster, "Yuen Nanchen, ah, Yuen Nanchen, I want to see what you would do if Dong Qing'er died in Lan Shuiyao's hands!"
The night was as cool as water. A few thin clouds gradually dispersed in the night sky. The frosty white moonlight poured down densely all over the ground.
A Luo walked towards her slowly, a hint of attachment in his eyes.
Shui Yao, who was thinking with her eyes closed, heard footsteps. She saw the man. He was standing under a jade-green maple tree, wearing a crimson silk robe. He looked at her with such eyes, at such a distance and height, with a slight burning sensation, warm and enchanting.
Seeing her open her eyes, A Luo suddenly smiled, so gently, so calmly, so comfortably, like two lovers who understood each other tacitly. He slowly walked to her, bent down, and naturally held her hand.
Shui Yao frowned. She never liked being so close to others, but for some reason, when her cold palm touched his warm palm, she suddenly didn't feel so repulsive.
She lowered her head and looked at their clasped hands, the scabby scars miraculously blending together. Suddenly, a thought popped into her mind, it seemed that they had been holding hands like this for a long time, so long that it had become a habit!
A Luo squatted down beside her, "Shui'er, in the past five years, you have changed a lot, but I have been waiting here all the time, without changing!"
Shui Yao looked at him. The deep affection in his eyes made her usual mischief hidden in them. She pulled her hand out of his palm.
“Maybe before I lost my memory,
It's your Shui'er, but now I have completely forgotten you. Your appearance has disrupted my life. I advise you to go back and be your prince. This place is not suitable for you!"
A Luo just smiled gently and squatted beside her, "How do you know it's not suitable for me? These few days in the clinic, I have felt very safe and happy, which is something that the prince's power and status cannot give me!"
Lan Shuiyao really wanted to roll her eyes. You are happy, but I am not. Seeing a bunch of people coming in and out of the clinic every day, she is fed up with it! And...
She groaned for a moment and asked in a cold voice, "Did you tamper with Dong Qing'er's medicine? Why did you help Dong Qing'er?"
Ah Luo still smiled faintly and admitted directly, "That's right, I just don't want you to be entangled with Yue Nanchen anymore. Shui'er, you are mine, I won't allow you to have eyes for other men!"
"Ha!" Lan Shuiyao let out a soft cry and wanted to laugh. She didn't expect A Luo to admit it so quickly and so domineeringly. Would he really stick to her like a plaster in the future?
"You admit it?" A Luo suddenly said in a deep voice, his eyes full of sorrow.
"What?" Shui Yao was a little confused by him.
"I like Yue Nanchen!" Luo spoke word by word with difficulty.
Lan Shuiyao curled her lips lazily. Why did everyone ask this question?
If she didn't want to teach him a lesson, she wouldn't care about Dong Qing'er's life or death. And now it seems that keeping Dong Qing'er and Yue Nanchen is purely to make trouble for herself. With so much time, she should go make money!
He jumped up from the rattan chair
Sitting up, Lan Shuiyao's red shadow flashed and floated away.
A Luo stared blankly at the woman's shadow disappearing into the darkness, thinking that she had agreed, and his whole body was shrouded in a chill.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince!" Suddenly, Leng Jiu's voice sounded behind him. He turned around and saw Leng Jiu kneeling behind him.
"What are you doing here?" A Luo asked coldly, his eyes full of coldness.
"Your Highness, the Emperor and the Empress have arrived at Nanyue!"
"What?" Luo was stunned. Father and mother are here? They...
In the room of the inn, A Luo looked nervously at his father and mother who were sitting on the chairs, then knelt on the ground.
Emperor Milo, Mi Zun, is about fifty years old. He is cold and strong. Although he has the same delicate facial features as A'luo, the arrogance and strength between his brows are different from A'luo's calm and melancholy.
He sat coldly on the chair, his brown eyes staring at A Luo who was kneeling on the ground with displeasure. He knew that A Luo must have had other intentions when he agreed to the marriage with great joy, but he didn't expect that things would be more difficult than he imagined.
The queen, on the other hand, had a serene demeanor and was well-maintained, looking like a lady in her thirties. Her every move was elegant, and it seemed that A Luo's personality was more like hers.
"A Luo, do you know your crime?" Mi Zun said in a cold voice, showing his majesty.
A Luo knelt on the ground and bit his lips tightly. He knew that this day would come sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so soon!
"Luo'er, why don't you apologize to your father?" The queen spoke softly and kept giving him looks.
"Father, Mother, A-Luo still says the same thing, A-Luo likes water.
"I will never marry another woman. Now A Luo has sworn a blood oath that he will never marry anyone other than Shui'er in this life!"
"Oh my God!" The queen screamed, covered her lips with her hands in disbelief, and then looked at Mi Zun nervously.
The room was silent. A murderous look gradually emerged on Mi Zun's dignified face. His narrow eyes narrowed, and everyone could hear his heavy breathing.
"The only way to break the blood oath is to kill that woman!" A cold voice echoed in the room.
A Luo raised his head, his eyes full of despair, "Father, you can't do this!"
A cold voice slowly rang out in the room, "I said five years ago that your willfulness would only kill her. Now, I would rather give up this chess piece than to preserve the peace and dignity of Miro Kingdom! Leng Jiu!"
He suddenly shouted loudly, and Leng Jiu quickly opened the door and came in, "Take the prince back to the inn and wait for Emperor Yue to grant Princess Nanhan a marriage. Remember, without my order, the prince cannot leave the inn at all!"
A Luo was stunned and stood there blankly, allowing Leng Jiu and another royal guard to take him away.
The room suddenly became quiet, but the atmosphere was cold and suffocating.
"Your Majesty..." The Queen spoke softly, as if she wanted to plead for Luo.
Waving his hand coldly, he interrupted the queen's words and took a deep breath, as if trying to calm the anger in his heart.
"We have to get rid of this woman. Yirou, do you want to watch our only son abandon the entire country for a woman?"
Yirou sighed and clenched her fingers tightly. Was the scene from five years ago going to repeat itself again? Was she unable to keep the child after all?