Your Majesty, Empress Is Escaping

Ever since she became a Chinese secret service agent, she had experienced many life and death situations. However, none of them were related to family, even her name was an ice-cold mechanical code name — AH49. In her world view that was neither black nor white, kinship was practically non-existent.

The feelings that had been pressing on his soul for a long time were like a flood that broke through his defenses. On Ink Yan's face, there were tears. She tried her best to suppress the tears that were about to escape her mouth. She buried herself fiercely in the warm embrace of Mo Huang, feeling the maternal love she had never enjoyed in her entire life.

At this moment, everything was quiet. The wind stopped blowing and the insects stopped howling. Even the stars in the sky could not bear to break the affection between mother and daughter, pulling the veil over their faces.

It took her almost two cups of tea to sort out her emotions. She carefully put down the sleeping Vast Expanse on the side, and said while sticking close to Mo Huang's ear, "Then wait for my news. After a few days, I will find a chance to talk to the crown prince and have you become his maid. "

Mo Huang's tear-stained face lit up for the first time as she looked forward to the arrival of dawn.

However, just before dawn, a rider arrived at the post.

He had bright feathers sticking out of his head and was wearing a bright red robe. As he ran in the half-light of dawn, he gave off the feeling that his blood was boiling.

"Report —!"

After a long and powerful shout, Ink Yan, who had been napping, saw the soldier guarding the inn open the gate. One of them went out to welcome the envoy, while the other ran up to the second floor to find Murong Hao. The man's natural loud voice faithfully transmitted the contents of the report to Ink Yan's ears.

"Reporting to the crown prince!" The envoy from the Heavenly Wolf Nation had just arrived at the relay station and relayed the order to the Heavenly Wolf Teacher first. "They want to borrow my main inn and choose my concubine first!"

A concubine?

Hearing this noun, Ink Yan was not able to react. However, her lack of reaction didn't mean that the other servants didn't have any reaction. All of a sudden, along with the news of the orders upstairs, the slaves around them fell into a panic.

"What should we do? The Sirian actually wanted to choose his daughter in advance! I heard that they are all descendants of the Wolf God. They are ugly and weak, and want to kill … "

"In short, the Sirians have a hundred reasons why they can kill an undesirable daughter anytime and anywhere!"

"The heavens are truly wanting me to die!"

The happiness that Mohuang's family had from Ink Yan's promise disappeared in the blink of an eye. The threat of death loomed over her as well. Her face was pale, whiter than a painted wall, and her hands that were holding onto Ink Yan loosened as despair filled her eyes again.

"It's over ~ The Sirian is brutal and lecherous. I will definitely not make it to the Heavenly Wolf Palace alive. "

"Daughter, today might be the last day for us to meet in this world!"

"Mother, how can you give up so easily?"

Ink Yan was shocked!

How many heads and arms did the Sirian have? Just by hearing their names, the people around them were already mentally prepared to part with their lives. Even his mother, who had just become optimistic, fell into despair?

Murong Hao, who had already received the report, immediately had his aide give the order.

"Go, call this prince's maid, Ink Yan, up to clean up the room!"