The princess who mistakenly provoked the prince asked to divorce her husband

Chapter 17
Seeing that Taxue was defeated, the leading officers and soldiers saw a golden light flash in their eyes, and said sharply, "Tie up the rebel Taxue!"

Taxue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly stood up from the ground, and proudly said: "This master... will never lose!" After he finished speaking, he jumped into the abyss.

"Live well!" When Taxue fell into it, she used her internal force to whisper into Mo Ziyuan's ear, saying every word very clearly.

"Tread the snow!" Mo Ziyuan yelled heart-piercingly, but she could never recall that slender figure again.

The leading officers and soldiers stretched out half of their bodies excitedly to look, and saw the bottomless cliff, thinking that even if they were skilled in martial arts, there would be no bones left, so they couldn't help but brows happily, and said to Wang Yu, who was still shocked, "Good! Great! Yes! A chivalrous man helps the court get rid of the serious troubles, and the future is boundless!"

When she burst into tears, she already felt heartbroken, as if a black hole was slowly spreading in her heart, swallowing her bit by bit.Closing my eyes, I thought I wouldn't be sad, but the tears she shed didn't fool me.

Stepping on the snow, how could you die!

The last thought flashed through my mind, like a broken flower, and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Treading Snow!" When Mo Ziyuan opened her eyes weakly again, her whole body was drenched, she recalled the dream just now, in the dream, Treading Xue was dressed in blood, completely changed, extremely terrifying.

"Girl, you have finally woken up. You have been in a coma for a day and a night. God bless you, Amitabha!" In the mist, I saw a girl with red lips and white teeth in a bun. She was about thirteen or fourteen years old. Zi Yuan woke up leisurely, the woman's face was both surprised and happy.

Mo Ziyuan took the woman's hand and sat up, her mind was in a trance for a moment, she was sitting on a rosewood Chinese style Qihuayuedong couch, and the words "Treading Snow" lingered in her ears all the time. live! '

She still refused to believe it. How could such a person die so easily? Isn't he the owner of the world's number one killer organization?Isn't he "Snowwalker, passing without trace"?How can he die?
Although Mr. Snow Stepper kept her imprisoned, he still served her with good food and drink. Besides, if he hadn't brought her back to Xuejing Tower, who was injured and unconscious, she might be snatched away by wild dogs. At the last moment, he didn't give up. Escaping alone, in fact, this landlord is not that bad, at least she is good to her.

If you knew this was the result at the beginning, would you still say that you only believe in yourself and not in destiny!

Stepping on the snow, there is no killing in heaven, I hope you have a good life there, but your hands are bloody, can you go to heaven?

Seeing Mo Ziyuan crying alone, the girl beside her asked in panic, "Girl, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Ziyuan must be careful, now is not the time to be sad, the deceased has passed away, she licked her chapped lips, gently tried to remove the tears from the corners of her eyes, and asked: "Where is this, what is your name?" ?”.

"Girl, this is Prince Rui's Mansion. The servant is called Lan Yang. The prince asked the servant to serve the girl. Miss, you can order the servant if you have any needs." The girl respectfully handed over the teacup in her hand, and Mo Ziyuan took a sip , with an elegant attitude.

Prince Rui's Mansion?Why is it in the palace? Although the surface is calm, the heart is already turbulent.

After stepping on the snow and falling off the cliff, what was waiting for her was to be hacked to death by the officers and soldiers, or put in a sky prison, and prepared all kinds of torture instruments, and asked her to sign and draw something for the crime of being a party member. Why did she wake up in the palace? And this maid is so respectful to her, she doesn't seem to be a prisoner.

(End of this chapter)