Wily Consort, Don't Run

"You better pay attention to your words and actions. Otherwise, even if I let you go, I'm afraid you won't be able to climb out of the hall alive." Dropping these words, Xuanyuan Zhi angrily walked out of the house.

After exiting the door, Xuanyuan Qi stopped in his tracks. His ice-cold gaze swept over Ling'er as the corner of his mouth hooked into a strange smile. Ling'er didn't dare to raise her head, and even retreated a few steps back to keep a distance from him.

"Watch out for the crown prince's consort. If anything goes wrong, you should know how I will punish you!" Xuanyuan Zhi's words were slightly ambiguous, he even deliberately took a few steps forward, approaching Ling'er and burying his head on her shoulder.

Ling'er didn't have any room to evade. She could only catch her breath and tighten her grip to vent the displeasure in her heart.

The door was open, and the scene became a small one. Xiaoxiao subconsciously touched her chest. The bitterness that had been buried deep within her heart surged to her heart.

Jealous? No! 'How is this possible? This is a despicable man. This man's heart can't contain me, so why does she continue to look down on me? '

He was inexplicably angry. He quickly closed the door and leaned against it.

By this time the sun had begun to set in the west, and the afterglow fell on the golden roof, reflecting a yellow light into a mirror by the window. Suddenly, a figure appeared in the mirror. That figure was extremely similar to a small figure, but her beautiful long hair draped over her shoulders. Her gorgeous clothes exuded a different aura.

As soon as she raised her head, she saw the figure in the mirror. She was sweating! Pointing at the shocking scene, her voice was frightened out of her throat.

White... Did you see that in broad daylight? Heavens, what is this place? She shook her head, turned to open the door, but found it locked. She couldn't open it with all her strength.

He had to face the heavens. What kind of place was this? She shook her head, turned to open the door, but found it locked. She couldn't open it with all her strength.

"Don't be afraid! I'll leave as soon as I finish! " In the mirror, the back of the figure spoke. His voice sounded gentle and exquisite, and although his appearance could not be seen, it gave off the impression that he was a gentle and demure woman.

The sweat on her forehead rolled down her cheeks as she stood with her back to the mirror. She kept swallowing her saliva and trembling as she muttered, "White..." How could there be a ghost during the day? It must be because I didn't sleep well last night. " The woman in the mirror did not turn around. Waving her slender fingers, with a trace of sadness in her voice, she replied, "Take this as a dream, but you have to face it." Facing what? I don't know anything, I don't know how I got here, and I don't know what kind of place this is either. If possible, please let me go home. Excited, small seems to find something to talk about, a runny nose and tears, a long string of thunderbolt balala.

The woman laughed softly and said, "Aren't you curious about your background?" "Origin?" Little stop crying and mumbling to yourself.

Ever since she was young, she only knew that the orphanage was her home. Mother Hao and the other children were her family. She had never thought of finding her own life, and she was very satisfied with it. She felt that since her parents had abandoned her, perhaps her arrival would be a burden to them, so she didn't need to burden them any further.

The woman in the mirror seemed to be able to sense her tiny inner feelings, and she said, "If you don't believe me, you can look at the rouge marks on your chest in the mirror." rouge marks? Her small eyes darted around and she lowered her head to look at her chest. There were no imprints of rouge and flowers, but there was a disgusting birthmark on it. Therefore, when others wore a sling in summer, she could only look on with envy.

After a deep sigh, she asked, "Who are you?" "Me?" The woman's voice was filled with fear and sobs. She didn't speak for a long time.

Little Jun braced himself and turned around with wooden steps. Looking at the shining back in the mirror, she had a strange feeling of familiarity, making her feel like this person must have known her before.

As she approached, she asked in a trembling voice, "Why are you so afraid to turn around?" No... "No!" The woman's voice became agitated as she shook her head with all her might. Her figure began to blur as she walked forward.

"You don't even dare to tell me who you are. Why should I believe you?" The more it was like this, the more it reached out its hand fearlessly to touch the figure in the mirror. But, as her hand closed in, a powerful light shot out from the mirror, and her body bounced off into the distance, crashing into the door.

However, the pain did not make her forget her curiosity. She did not give up and was about to go closer when she heard a knock on the door.

"Damned woman, why aren't you opening the door!" A voice filled with rage sounded from outside the door.

Before Xiaoxiao could think too much about it, she felt a powerful force suddenly attack her. The door was kicked open and she fell to the ground crying out in pain. When he raised his head to look in the mirror, his small face, which had originally been blushing from the pain, was instantly covered in paleness. His mind turned into a mess, and even the first thoughts seemed to become hazy. At this moment, her gaze was fixated on the blurry figure she had just seen.

Stunned and listless, he stared at them as if he had lost all of his soul. It was as if he was a breathing corpse standing in front of him. The cold had dyed the entire room, causing the previously furious Xuanyuan Zhixin to turn ice-cold.