Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

"Where are you going?" Su Yueming had just stepped out and was about to go out when he heard the familiar cold voice that could not be more familiar.

She tightened her hands and hugged the prince closer, and a cold feeling like the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves in her heart.

I saw Murong Canghai standing at the exit of this secret room. His face seemed to the glacier of the previous year, emitting a horrific coldness. His eyes tightly locked her pupils.

Standing on both sides of him were Murong Yunqing and Xian'er, and Xian'er had a strong meaning in Xian'er's eyes.

Behind him, his soldiers held torches in their hands. The burning flames were burning in the air. The faces of the torches looked cold and ruthless, like little ghosts waiting to search.

Their lives are the lives of these two.

Murong Canghai walked towards them step by step, and each step seemed to step on the softest place on her heart.

The prince endured the pain of physical destruction, and waved his long sleeves in his white robe, blocking Su Yueming from Murong Canghai's sight. He hid the pain, and his eyes were filled with fearless affection—

"Murong Canghai, everything is just a grudge between you and me, and it has nothing to do with Yue'er. You, let her be free."

But Murong Canghai had no prince in his eyes, and he never looked at him from beginning to end.

The corners of his lips raised slightly, and the cold curve emitted an unpredictable message, which made Su Yueming take a step back.

She found that she was afraid of him, but she was actually afraid of him. After she was reborn, this was the only man who would make her feel trembling.

But she couldn't let him see the timidity in her heart. She deliberately raised her chin slightly, as if she was fighting with him. Her eyes inadvertently turned to the ruby ​​dagger he was used to wearing on his waist.

He walked up to her and raised his hand, as if he was lovingly, stroking her face inch by inch, and he said coldly—

"You shouldn't have appeared here, princess. Come and take the princess back."

"Yes." Several guards holding torches escorted her like prisoners and took her away from here.

"Let go, I'll go by myself." She shook off their potential and walked forward expressionlessly.

"Yue'er." The prince shouted.

Su Yueming turned around and saw the prince's sad eyes, her heart hurt. She tried to raise a smile, and then turned around.

This smile fell into Murong Canghai's eyes and deeply hurt him!

When Su Yueming passed by Murong Canghai, she stopped and looked at him, "You..." She spoke, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say it.

"How?" Murong Canghai's body tilted slightly towards her.

However, suddenly, unexpectedly, Su Yueming snatched the dagger from Murong Canghai's waist as fast as possible. When the dagger was pulled out of the scabbard, her hand tilted, and the sharp blade cut through his robe

, pierced his skin, and blood flowed out with a thud.

"Brother..." Murong Yunqing walked over a few steps, and quickly tore off a corner of his robe to block the bleeding area for him.

Seeing this, Su Yueming was stunned for a moment, her eyes narrowed, but after a moment, she gritted her teeth and used the fastest speed to take advantage of the fact that everyone was worried about Murong Canghai's wounds, and rushed towards the fairy who was always inseparable from her.