Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

Murong Canghai stroked a scar on the back of her hand and said, "Nothing is wrong with her."

"But..." She wanted to say something, but suddenly his head lay on her legs. When he looked down, he had closed his eyes.

When he fell asleep, he was less eccentric and cold when he was awake. His narrow eyelashes formed thick shadows under his eyelids, and his expression was simple like a child.

Her eyes glanced at the dagger that stopped him from his waist. The handle of the dagger was inlaid with a bright red gem, which set off the black gold wire around his waist, exuding a cold light.

She took the dagger into her hand and pulled it out. The dagger was shining with a cold light, and Murong Canghai's face, which was as sharp as a mountain and deep sea, was reflected on the knife's face.

The knife is so sharp. If she slashes hard now and cuts her throat decisively, will she be free?

And the prince also lacked the most terrifying enemy.

A cruel light appeared in her eyes, and the corners of her eyes moved, and she raised the dagger in her hand and slashed it at the position of his throat.

...

But, as the blade approached his neck, she paused again.

“Um…”

Suddenly, with a long hand, she fell on his chest, and the sharpest part of the dagger happened to aim at the position of his heart.

A cold that was enough to make people freeze to death was condensed in his eyes. He suddenly used force and pulled open the collar of his chest, revealing his strong chest. And the place close to his heart was an ugly and rough scar. The scar had not yet

Healing, with a faint redness.

This was the day when she stabbed the prince in order to save him.

She suddenly felt her eyes a little sore and couldn't help but turn her face away-

But he reached out and pinched her chin, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. He forced her to look into his eyes. The dangerous aura in his eyes covered the wounded feelings, and said—

"Why don't you stab it with one knife?"

Su Yueming's heart trembled and she said, "I know I can't kill it."

"Hehe..." His lips raised, his expression was still evil. He turned over and pressed her under him. He held her face in his hands with both hands, and his lips pressed on her cold lips because he wanted to

**** and it gradually became a little warmer.

There was always a distance between them with a dagger.

After a long time, he let go of her, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. He jumped up from the bed and said-

"Be obedient, when your injury heals, I will take you to experience the charm of Daqin. Miss Third, don't challenge my patience again and again, this will not benefit you at all."

After saying these words, he summoned Taxue and Qingchen, and he brushed his sleeves and walked out.

Against the light, his figure became more and more cold and arrogant.

For some reason, she felt a strange attraction. She looked up and looked into the sky outside the palace through the window. She saw a kite floating in the air. The kite was red. From a distance, it looked like a cloud of auspiciousness.

.

Red kite!

Su Yueming's eyes thumped a few times, and her hands tightened secretly. She tried hard to suppress her beating heart, for fear of disturbing Murong Canghai in her sleep.

Su Yueming originally thought that after the news of Murong Canghai's order to execute the queen spread, someone would soon come to cause trouble for her.

But to her surprise, no one came to the North Court Palace to raise an army for six days, and even the woman who was about to become the North Court Prince's Consort was not in trouble. She was in peace.

Murong Canghai stroked a scar on the back of her hand and said, "Nothing is wrong with her."

"But..." She wanted to say something, but suddenly his head lay on her legs. When he looked down, he had closed his eyes.

When he fell asleep, he was less eccentric and cold when he was awake. His narrow eyelashes formed a thick shadow under his eyelids, and his expression was simple like a child.

Her eyes glanced at the dagger that stopped him from his waist. The handle of the dagger was inlaid with a bright red gem, which set off the black gold wire around his waist, exuding a cold light.

She took the dagger into her hand and pulled it out. The dagger was shining with a cold light, and Murong Canghai's face, which was as sharp as a mountain and deep sea, was reflected on the knife's face.

The knife is so sharp. If she slashes hard now and cuts her throat decisively, will she be free?

And the prince also lacked the most terrifying enemy.

A cruel light appeared in her eyes, and the corners of her eyes moved, and she raised the dagger in her hand and slashed it at the position of his throat.

...

But, as the blade approached his neck, she paused again.

“Um…”

Suddenly, with a long hand, she fell on his chest, and the sharpest part of the dagger happened to aim at the position of his heart.

A cold that was enough to make people freeze to death was condensed in his eyes. He suddenly used force and pulled open the collar of his chest, revealing his strong chest. And the place close to his heart was an ugly and rough scar. The scar had not yet

Healing, with a faint redness.

This was the day when she stabbed the prince in order to save the prince.

She suddenly felt her eyes a little sore and couldn't help but turn her face away-

But he reached out and pinched her chin, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. He forced her to look into his eyes. The dangerous aura in his eyes covered the wounded feelings, and said—

"Why don't you stab it with one knife?"

Su Yueming's heart trembled and she said, "I know I can't kill it."

"Hehe..." His lips raised, his expression was still evil. He turned over and pressed her under him. He held her face in his hands with both hands, and his lips pressed on her cold lips because he wanted to

**** and it gradually became a little warmer.

There is always a distance between them with a dagger.

After a long time, he let go of her, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. He jumped up from the bed and said-

"Be obedient, when your injury heals, I will take you to experience the charm of Daqin. Miss Third, don't challenge my patience again and again, this will not benefit you at all."

After saying these words, he summoned Taxue and Qingchen, and he brushed his sleeves and walked out.

Against the light, his figure became more and more cold and arrogant.

For some reason, she felt a strange attraction. She looked up and looked into the sky outside the palace through the window. She saw a kite floating in the air. The kite was red. From a distance, it looked like a cloud of auspiciousness.

.

Red kite!

Su Yueming's eyes thumped a few times, and her hands tightened secretly. She tried hard to suppress her beating heart, for fear of disturbing Murong Canghai in her sleep.

Su Yueming originally thought that after the news of Murong Canghai's order to execute the queen spread, someone would soon come to cause trouble for her.

But to her surprise, no one came to the North Court Palace to raise an army for six days, and even the woman who was about to become the North Court Prince's Consort was not in trouble. She was in peace.