The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

With a thoughtful expression on her face, she took cautious steps, step by step, cautiously and tentatively walked forward, walked a few steps, and then turned back to the original position.

Ding dong.

Suddenly, a slight voice came.

Su Yueming only felt a coolness on her forehead. When she touched it with her hand, a drop of water fell on her forehead. She looked up——

It turned out that the top of the head was dripping.

She raised her head, looked at it without blinking, and thought to herself, this room is dry, only here is the drop of water. Generally speaking, when the temperature difference is large, water vapor will be produced, and the water vapor will condense together. There are drops of water.

Is it...

She was overjoyed, raised her hand, and pressed the place where the water was drawn——

"Ah!" As soon as she pressed it down, the position under her feet suddenly sank. She was startled, and with a soft cry, she quickly squatted down and fell with the stone slab.

It turned out that the place where the water dripped turned out to be a mechanism. Because people's hands often touched it, the temperature was higher than other places, and water droplets were produced because of this.

Su Yueming fell to the next floor following the stone slab under his feet.

Sure enough, on this floor, the disappeared footprints can be seen again.

Continuing to follow the footprints, she had a strong premonition that the person she was going to meet was just ahead, and every step she took was like stepping on the apex of her heart.

Step by step, step by step...

She unconsciously clenched her hand hidden in her sleeve, and her fingertips dug deeply into the palm of her hand.

The secret room was large and dark, with lanterns hanging on the wall, and she had to open her eyes wide to see the footprints in front of her clearly.

As he walked, he was blocked by a stone gate again.

This time, without any hesitation, she decisively pressed the mechanism on the wall, and the stone door slowly opened——

A white light appeared in front of her eyes, she squinted her eyes to get used to the light, and walked in.

When she saw the situation in front of her, her whole heart seemed to be trampled by thousands of troops at the same time:

Prince, then... that person really is the prince!

He was dressed in white, leaning on the stone bed, his face was stained with a layer of almost transparent white.

At this moment, he closed his eyes, and the light surrounded him, giving Su Yueming the illusion that he would disappear in the light at any time.

His long legs were half curled up, and his chest was already stained red with blood. His brows were deeply furrowed, and the expression on his face was painful.

She looked down the gown, only to find that his hands were trembling all the time.

He seemed to be in pain, very painful.

There was a strong throbbing in her heart, and tears slid down her cheeks——

Is this the magnificent prince?

To be in such a state of desperation?

"..." She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Probably aware of someone approaching, the prince opened his mouth and said, "Is it Murong Canghai? What happened to you to Yue'er, I will never allow you to hurt her in the slightest, otherwise I will turn into a ghost and claim your life."

He closed his eyes so he didn't see who was walking towards him.

Su Yueming shook her head sadly, walked to his side step by step, leaned on him with her whole body, hugged his waist, and put her head on his shoulder——

"Your Highness..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the voice collapsed, like a river breaking its embankment, surging and surging.

The prince trembled all over, he couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe that he could see Su Yueming, he raised his hand, trembling, and tentatively touched the hand on his waist——