I am Feng Jun

Chapter 679 679. I think you really want to die!

"Your Highness?"

Shen Nanzhu frowned in confusion, and looked at the person in front of him.

This iconic white dress, coupled with that somewhat familiar figure, even if she is not wearing white silk now, she can still recognize her.

"Isn't this Yu Xiaoyao?"

She still remembers that this person coveted her baby brother, and that night in Broken Star Pavilion, she broke into Ah Ci's house in the middle of the night, and there was another person who wanted to kill Ah Ci!
Liu Zhimei was following behind Yu Xiaoyao, when she saw Shen Nanzhu who was tied there, her hands clenched into fists unconsciously, and hatred welled up in her heart.

This is the person who led the Golden Eagle Guards to destroy her Four-Er Village and killed many of her sisters!
It was her who let herself and the only remaining sisters wander about without a fixed place, and ruined her hard work for several years!

It's all her.
"Impossible! You're talking nonsense!"

Liu Zhimei's mind in hatred was suddenly awakened by Shen Nanzhu's extremely high-pitched roar.

Shen Nanzhu's brows were tightly furrowed. After hearing what Zhen Ye said about her life experience and Yu Xiaoyao's identity, she instinctively resisted from the bottom of her heart and shouted in disbelief.

"Don't believe me? Then you might as well look at this."

Yu Xiaoyao casually threw out a portrait of Youlian Fengjun made by Tong Pei. Although it was a bit rough, the facial features were obvious.

Shen Nanzhu glanced over, his pupils shrank suddenly, his lips parted slightly, and he was speechless.

If this painting is real, she and Ah Ci really can't escape.

Li Weixi, how could it be, how could they be descendants of Li Weixi!

Obviously, her mother's surname is Shen, and her father's surname is Jiang, so why are they related to the Yu family!
"No, it's impossible, this painting was drawn by you, who knows if it's really Li Weixi!"

Shen Nanzhu still shook his head and roared, resolutely refusing to believe it.

How can she be a descendant of Li Weixi, she is the young master of the Shen family, a member of the Mu Dynasty, and Ating's fiancée.
"Heh, I can't help but you don't believe it. After a closer look, you and I have three points of similarity in appearance. Shen Nanzhu, you have the blood of the royal family, so you can't deny it if you want to?"

Yu Xiaoyao said sharply, walked in a few minutes, stretched out his hand to pinch Shen Nanzhu's chin, and lifted it up suddenly.

Shen Nanzhu's trembling pupils met Shang Yu Xiaoyao's cold green eyes filled with sticky hatred, which made her shiver.

"Submission is your only choice. Then, you will be the imperial daughter of the Yu Dynasty, under one person and above ten thousand."

"You are dreaming!"

Shen Nanzhu suddenly turned his face sideways, shook off Yu Xiaoyao's hand, and then shouted angrily.

As soon as this sentence came out, Yu Xiaoyao's aura, which was already extremely sinister, became even more dangerous.

The pair of siblings couldn't even say the same thing to her.

One thought she was sleepwalking, the other thought she was dreaming.

Oh, she really wants to see who is sleepwalking and who is dreaming!
Shen Nanzhu's whole body was covered by a cold gaze, which suddenly made Shen Nanzhu feel bad.

But she didn't give in.

"I don't want to be the young master of the Shen family, but submit to you traitors who can only hide in a corner of this continent? Are you sick or am I sick?"

Shit blood, shit royal blood!
As long as she doesn't admit it, there is no such thing!

Her father probably didn't even know that he was an orphan from the previous dynasty!
As for her grandfather Jiang Luo, she had never seen her before, and she didn't even know him. Why would she recognize the former orphan just because of Jiang Luo?
"Did you forget that you were not brought back by yourself?"

Yu Xiaoyao looked down at her condescendingly, and the corners of his lips slowly drew a sinister arc, sinister and cold.

Shen Nanzhu suddenly stopped, looking at Yu Xiaoyao with chills in his eyes.

"What about Ah Ting, where did you take him!"

And Xie Yaocha, no, that's not Xie Yaocha, she's not his second sister at all!

"What the hell are you going to do!"

Shen Nanzhu was frightened and worried, and his hands and feet began to struggle with the extremely tight ropes. On the back of the originally white hands, blue veins stood out.

"Don't worry, we didn't do anything to him. After all, he is His Royal Highness Zhu's sweetheart, and his fiancé, even if it's Xie's family, it's nothing to be a confinement."

After seeing Yu Xiaoyao, Xuan Mang, who came from Biluo Palace, said in a relaxed tone with a slight curvature on the corner of his lips, which drew Shen Nanzhu's stern glance.

She met this person when she woke up on the road, and Xie Yaocha said her name was Xuan Mang.

"What do you mean!"

Shen Nanzhu's voice was deep and piercing, with a hint of killing intent.

Yu Xiaoyao also learned about her plan and the existence of Xuan Mang and others from Tong Pei. Seeing Shen Nanzhu asking angrily, she just smiled coldly and remained silent.

Xuan Mang continued to explain to Shen Nanzhu kindly.

"It means that in the eyes of Young Master Xie, you are now His Royal Highness who has surrendered to us. As the son of the Xie family, he can live here safely because of His Highness Zhu."

"You are despicable!"

Shen Nanzhu opened her eyes angrily, and cursed sharply.

"How dare you!"

The slightly sharp nails were inserted into the palm, Shen Nanzhu seemed to feel no pain, but there were bursts of tingling in his heart.

They, they are simply too shameless.

How can you do this!

The enmity between the Xie family and the Li family is well known, how can she let him know, how can she let him accept this fact, how can she...
"Shen Nanzhu, you have to think about it. If you don't want to be my sister, you have to be a prisoner, and Xie Meiting, a prisoner's fiancé, is Xie Jiazi. What do you think will happen to him?"

Not long after Yu Xiaoyao's painful loss of Shen Ci, seeing this pair of mandarin ducks, Yu Xiaoyao suddenly felt a little sinister, inexplicably, he didn't want to make it easier for them.

"Yu Xiaoyao, you are a fucking bastard, bastard! How dare you do anything to my Ating! A sinister, vicious, despicable and shameless person like you deserves to covet Ah Ci, so don't even think about it in your next life!"

Yu Xiaoyao's eyes were so green that they were black, and there was a viscous and substantial anger lingering in his eyes, which surged up in an instant, and the white silk in his sleeves came out, wrapped around her neck, twisted a slipknot, and suddenly tightened.

"Can you say that again!"

Shen Nanzhu, whose breathing was suddenly plundered, felt a little stagnant, and made a humming sound from his mouth. With the deepening movements of Yu Xiaoyao's hands, his eyes turned black, and his five fingers grabbed the armrest of the chair, almost breaking it .

"Your Highness, calm down!"

Zhen Ye looked at Shen Nanzhu who was about to be strangled to death, and hurriedly spoke out to persuade Yu Xiaoyao, who was a little bit ruthless. The aggravated cold voice brought back some of Yu Xiaoyao's sanity, and looked at Shen Nanzhu whose eyes were turning white, and relaxed The white silk in his hand.

There was a burst of coughing, and Shen Nanzhu breathed in the cold fresh air in the hall. Her hands and feet were a little cold, and she laughed suddenly after her breathing became smooth, which was a bit stinging and sinister.

"Yu Xiaoyao, if you have the ability, you can kill me directly. What did I say that angered you, ah? It's Ah Ci. You can't get him. People like you are never worthy!"

The white silk that was taken back from Yu Xiaoyao's hand was crumpled into a ball, almost shattered in her suddenly tightened hands.

"Shen Nanzhu, I think you really want to die!"

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