Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

"Who is the future crown princess? Or the future empress of the Great Zhou? But, is Xuanyuan Qihuang's destiny to ascend the throne? His brothers are all eyeing him." Murong Canghai's face was covered with a slight tribute.

The always cold smile is clearly ironic in his tone.

Su Yueming poured another glass of wine for Murong Canghai, and watched the clear liquid slowly fill the cup.

She put down the bottle of wine and said, "The King of North Court said it wrong, neither is it, neither is it the future crown princess nor the future queen."

In this life, there will be no man's surname in front of her Su Yueming's name. She is her, just Su Yueming, and does not belong to anyone.

Murong Canghai's eyes narrowed slightly and said, "Then why do you do everything possible to help him? You are so proud, but you are willing to plead with me for him."

Su Yueming paused for a moment and said, "I owe him this."

Murong Canghai suddenly stretched out his hand, and with a little force, he brought Su Yueming into his arms, leaned over to look at the woman in front of him, and asked-

"If I promise you, wouldn't you owe me again, and what are you going to pay it back?"

She was so cold, arrogant and arrogant, and was willing to plead with a man for a man. He could not think of any other reason except because she loved that man.

His warm eyes gradually became dangerous, and the force in his hands gradually increased, making Su Yueming's originally calm body feel a strong aura approaching.

"Don't you want an opponent that matches you?" she asked as she tried her best to keep her superficial calm.

But he seemed to have the ability to disintegrate her hardness bit by bit.

"In your eyes, is he a match for me, Murong Canghai?" His voice was already extremely cold.

"…yes." She looked up at him and said.

Suddenly, like punishment, Murong Canghai tightened her soft waist tightly, his lips pressed against her lips, and when he exerted force between his teeth, Su Yueming felt a bloody smell.

Su Yueming's arm was horizontal between the two of them. He wanted to push it away, but he couldn't use any strength at all.

Her salty and wet blood flowed into the lips of the two of them. The smell of blood contained a strong bitter taste.

He invaded her city domineeringly and possessively. Her face turned red, and her heart began to panic, shaking her head to escape from his clamp.

But his strength was so great that she couldn't escape.

Perhaps, she has a hard heart that is strong and unbreakable, and has a cold and ruthless iron-blooded skill, but as a woman, she was the weaker side in front of him at the beginning.

But……

She suddenly felt the weight on her body increase, his body softened on her body, and his hands hung weakly beside her.

She looked back at the pear blossom wine that had not yet been finished. The wine pot was poured, and the wine fell to the ground drop by drop.

...

She picked up the dark green jade pendant on his waist, hooked the black and golden lanyard with her little finger, and pulled it gently. There was indeed a bamboo tube the size of a thumb inside. There was a rolled parchment in the bamboo heart, spreading the parchment paper open.

, At a glance—

She was not wrong. It was indeed a map on it. She had long guessed that the tattoo on his back was not a real treasure map.

Her eyes quickly swept through every point above and recorded it in her mind as fast as possible. She did not understand the words of Daqin and could only remember it as a symbol. "Who is the identity? The future princess? Or the future.

The Queen of Great Zhou? But is Xuanyuan Qihuang determined to ascend the throne? His brothers are all eyeing him." Murong Canghai's face was always cold and charming, and his tone was clearly ironic.

.

Su Yueming poured another glass of wine for Murong Canghai, and watched the clear liquid slowly fill the cup.

She put down the bottle of wine and said, "The King of North Court said it wrong, neither is it, neither is it the future crown princess nor the future queen."

In this life, there will be no man's surname in front of her Su Yueming's name. She is her, just Su Yueming, and does not belong to anyone.

Murong Canghai's eyes narrowed slightly and said, "Then why do you do everything possible to help him? You are so proud, but you are willing to plead with me for him."

Su Yueming paused for a moment and said, "I owe him this."

Murong Canghai suddenly stretched out his hand, and with a little force, he brought Su Yueming into his arms, leaned over to look at the woman in front of him, and asked-

"If I promise you, wouldn't you owe me again, and what are you going to pay it back?"

She was so cold, arrogant and arrogant, and was willing to plead with a man for a man. He could not think of any other reason except because she loved that man.

His warm eyes gradually became dangerous, and the force in his hands gradually increased, making Su Yueming's originally calm body feel a strong aura approaching.

"Don't you want an opponent that matches you?" she asked as she tried her best to keep her superficial calm.

But he seemed to have the ability to disintegrate her hardness bit by bit.

"In your eyes, is he a match for me, Murong Canghai?" His voice was already extremely cold.

"…yes." She looked up at him and said.

Suddenly, like punishment, Murong Canghai tightened her soft waist tightly, his lips pressed against her lips, and when he exerted force between his teeth, Su Yueming felt a bloody smell.

Su Yueming's arm was horizontal between the two of them. He wanted to push it away, but he couldn't use any strength at all.

Her salty and wet blood flowed into the lips of the two of them. The smell of blood contained a strong bitter taste.

He invaded her city domineeringly and possessively. Her face turned red, and her heart began to panic, shaking her head to escape from his clamp.

But his strength was so great that she couldn't escape.

Perhaps, she has a hard heart that is strong and unbreakable, and has a cold and ruthless iron-blooded skill, but as a woman, she was the weaker side in front of him at the beginning.

But……

She suddenly felt the weight on her body increase, his body softened on her body, and his hands hung weakly beside her.

She looked back at the pear blossom wine that had not yet been finished. The wine pot was poured, and the wine fell to the ground drop by drop.

...

She picked up the dark green jade pendant on his waist, hooked the black and golden lanyard with her little finger, and pulled it gently. There was indeed a bamboo tube the size of a thumb inside. There was a rolled parchment in the bamboo heart, spreading the parchment paper open.

, At a glance—

She was not wrong. It was indeed a map on it. She had long guessed that the tattoo on his back was not a real treasure map.

Her eyes quickly swept across every point above and recorded it in her mind as quickly as possible. She did not understand the words of Daqin and could only remember them as symbols.