Shui Yao was stunned. Was this man saying that if she died at the hands of Liu Yirou that night, he would destroy the country of Miro to avenge her?

"Yao'er, are you cold?" Yue Nanchen suddenly spoke quietly. His voice was calm and his intentions could not be heard, but his words made people think of something wrong.

"It's okay!" Shui Yao looked at him warily.

"I'll put the clothes on you. Don't worry. If you want to lean on me for warmth, you need my consent. You can only look but not eat. I'm the one who suffers!" Yue Nanchen took off the coat and threw it to Lan Shuiyao accurately, with a look of disgust on his face.

"You!" Shui Yao seemed angry on the surface, but felt warm in her heart. She pulled her clothes, and the two stopped talking.

The two of them were looking for the source of holy water in the mountains, but they didn't expect that a very serious incident had happened in the country of Miro.

The Crown Prince's Palace.

The candlelight flickered as Nan Han sat upright under it, sewing a piece of clothing with her own hands. Although the stitches were awkward, her expression was calm and serious.

"Princess, let me do it. When have you ever done such a thing?" Xiaoyu was about to snatch it away.

Nan Han shook her head. "I'm free anyway, so it's good to have something to kill time. It's almost done. Send it to the prince later. It's getting cold, so let him get some more clothes!"

Xiaoyu looked out the window. It was still spring in the Kingdom of Miro, but she could obviously feel the temperature dropping. Maybe it was because it was winter outside, so the temperature in the Kingdom of Miro was also affected to some extent.

"Princess, I heard some rumors and I don't know whether I should tell them or not!" Xiaoyu turned around and whispered in a low voice, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Speak now! You are no longer just my maid.

, they are my relatives, what can't I say? " Nan Han smiled gently, lowered his head to bite off the silk thread, and looked at the robe in his hand.

Although it is not as exquisite as those made by the craftsmen in the palace, it is also her thoughtful gift. I believe Luo will like it!

"The Queen has been dead for more than a month. Although the Crown Prince had us move to the Crown Prince's Palace in order to silence everyone, he has never come to the Princess's room to rest.

Xiaoyu heard that it seemed to be for a woman, the woman named Lan Shuiyao! I heard there was a blood oath, and if the blood oath was not resolved, the prince would never touch the princess! "

Nan Han paused for a moment while stroking the clothes, but quickly started moving again, "Xiao Yu, don't listen to their nonsense, just deliver the clothes to the prince!"

Xiaoyu pouted, feeling sorry for Nanhan. She responded, stepped forward to take it with both hands, and walked out of the palace.

The imperial study and the bedroom are only a few dozen meters away, just around the corner. Xiaoyu muttered as she walked, "I don't know what's so good about Lan Shuiyao. If she hadn't pretended to be our princess and disrupted the Qixi feast,

Our princess eloped with the cold prince a long time ago, and is now the crown princess of the Han Kingdom. Regardless of whether the cold prince is sincere or not, at least the princess will not suffer such humiliation and injustice, and will not become someone who does not fight for anything or snatch anything! "

After she walked over, a handsome and quiet man suddenly walked out from the corner behind her. He was wearing a bright yellow python robe and looked elegant and noble. After hearing Xiaoyu's muttering, the man's handsome face suddenly became strange.

Lan Shuiyao, the Qixi Festival feast? If he remembered correctly, that night

The one pretending to be Nan Han should be Red Rose, could it be...

Once the seed of doubt was planted in his heart, everything seemed to have a traceable path. Luo's eyes darkened and he strode towards the bedroom.

Hearing the footsteps, Nan Han said without turning his head, "You're back so soon? What did the prince say, do you like it?"

After not hearing an answer for a long time, Nan Han was stunned. She looked back and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes when she saw the man behind her, but she soon discovered something was wrong.

A Luo stood at the palace gate, his face pale, his fists clenched tightly, as if he was enduring something, and walked towards her step by step.

"A Luo, what's wrong with you? Did something happen?" Nan Han hurried forward and raised her arm, wanting to test the man's body temperature.

Holding her arm tightly, A Luo suddenly pressed his handsome face close to her and whispered, "Nanhan, is Lan Shuiyao a red rose?"

"Ah!?" Nan Han was stunned, not understanding why he asked this question. She just stood there, not knowing how to answer.

"Tell me, is Lan Shuiyao the red rose?" A Luo pressed on step by step, his facial features distorted with shock and anger.

"Yes...!" Nan Han nodded, "But why are you asking this? Do you suspect that my mother's death has something to do with her?"

Ah Luo did not answer him. All the strength in his body seemed to be drained away in an instant. The red rose that he had been frantically looking for for more than a month turned out to be Lan Shuiyao! The person who caused his mother's tragic death turned out to be Lan Shuiyao!

Why? Why? Shui'er had already betrayed his feelings, and he had ended up like this, why did Shuiyao want to kill his mother? Did she have no feelings for him?

Is there any affection at all?

Love? Haha! A Luo suddenly laughed sarcastically. He had loved Shui'er for five years and had been looking for Shui'er for five years, but this was the outcome he got. Lan Shuiyao, just wait. You have to pay me back for what you owe me!

"A Luo..." Looking at A Luo's tangled expression, Nan Han stretched out his hand to hug him, but was pushed away coldly by him. He smiled softly and stared at Nan Han coldly, "Nan Han, do you think the greatest pain in the world is death?"

Nan Han was stunned, and those humiliating scenes flashed through her mind quickly. She shook her head, lowered her head, and said faintly, "No, sometimes living is more painful than death!"

Nan Han's words seemed to confirm what A Luo was thinking. He stood up coldly and walked out. His steps were more firm and ruthless than ever before.

Nan Han stood up and chased him to the palace gate, staring blankly at the man's lonely back, her eyes moist. She saw the love and hatred in A Luo's heart, but she knew she could do nothing, she could only watch silently, watching A Luo wake up on his own!

Xiaoyu came over from a distance and saw Nanhan leaning against the door with tears in her eyes. She immediately ran up to her and said, "Princess, what's wrong with you? Did anyone bully you?"

Nan Han shook her head, "Xiao Yu, did you see the prince just now?"

"No, the prince is not here, so I gave the clothes to the eunuch in charge. He promised to give them to the prince when he comes back. Princess, you just wait for the prince to come and see you!" Xiaoyu said, helping Nanhan in.

Nan Han sighed quietly and didn't want to say anything anymore. He just let Xiaoyu support him as he sat in a daze under the candlelight.

The night was getting darker and darker, the firewood was burning

Burned out, and extinguished, Shui Yao felt a chill in a daze, and cold and hunger were the two feelings she hated the most, so she jumped off the white silk without hesitation and snuggled directly into the man's arms.

She never knew how to be reserved. The special environment told her that if she wanted something, she had to fight for it herself. If she waited, she would die!

In fact, Yue Nanchen had not fallen asleep until the woman leaned into his arms. He pretended to turn over, hugged the woman tightly, and warmed her with his body temperature.

Shui Yao felt warm immediately when he held her in his arms. At this moment, the difference between men and women was fully reflected. The man’s chest was broad and really warm.

Listening to the man's regular heartbeat, and seeing only darkness, with only the stars and the moon in the sky flashing cold light, Shui Yao opened her eyes wide, feeling the man's warmth with her back, and for the first time she felt a sense of peace.

She slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep. It was the second time she fell asleep in an atmosphere full of masculine scent. I hope she won’t make it a habit!

Listening to the woman's even breathing and making sure she was asleep, Yue Nanchen slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of inky eyes, as dark and deep as the night. His cold and handsome face was as delicate and exquisite as a jade carving. The corners of his lips with beautiful lines were slightly raised, making him look even sexier.

He became more and more confident about his future with Lan Shuiyao!

There were a few crisp bird calls in her ears, and Shui Yao woke up in the man's arms. Not only was she embarrassed, she stretched lazily as a matter of course, looked back and teased,

"It seems that my charm is not that great. You can actually fall asleep while holding me in your arms. I really should reflect on myself!"