The most tricky time-travel: the sin queen

Chapter 13 Trading Your Body for Freedom 1
It has been a long time since she was brought back to the palace, Ruoxi was a little puzzled why the prince Hanmi and Lord BT never showed up.

It has been five days, and Ruoxi still can't believe that she really has to wear it. Although she has become a peerless beauty, she is also a death row prisoner. What a joke God made with her.

The scene of the flowerpot falling from the sky that day is still in her mind. At that time, she felt nothing but pain, and she didn't even see the glare of light that was the precursor to crossing.

Ruoxi is still a little confused up to now, if the memory of the future world is not so clear in her mind, she must think that she is daydreaming.

"Li An's, the lord will see you." Ruoxi hadn't woken up from the modern memory, and Ah Zhong, who brought her back that day, called out from outside the door.

"Well, I just want to confirm my identity." Ruoxi stood up and sighed deeply.

In the past few days, she has already revealed a thing or two from the mouth of the servant girl in the mansion.

It turned out that the ruler of this land ordered her to be brought back that day. The man was Huangfu Haotian, the king of Fan who was sent to a wild land.

Ruoxi thought she would be taken to the living room, but when she entered, she realized that it was a side room like a study.

"My lord, someone brought it here." Ah Zhong bowed his head and said to Huangfu Haotian.

"You step back first."

After the guard Ah Zhong left, Huangfu Haotian put down the file in his hand. Since Mo Cong left two days ago, he has been investigating Li An's case.After reading it, I know that there are many endings.

"Why are you rude when you see this king?" Huangfu Haotian sized up Ruoxi for a long time, and said displeased to see that she looked at him without fear.

"Why salute?" Ruoxi hated his expression of superiority.

"You really are not so bold, not to mention your current status as a death row prisoner, you should salute as this king." Huangfu Haotian said coldly.

"Really? How dare you ask the lord, what kind of ceremony should I perform? Kneeling? Kowtowing? Or prostration?" Ruoxi sneered.

Now she finally understands why modern Chinese men are so big, and they were all passed down. She hates macho men.

(End of this chapter)