The most romantic little emperor

"You don't have so many things to do? You're just like a woman." Ping Wuying's brows flashed with impatience and he sneered coldly.

She was a woman of the world and always hated people who were long-winded. The key point was that this person dared to deceive her little emperor, and the displeasure on her face became even greater.

If she wasn't worried about exposing her purpose, she wouldn't want to waste a word with Qin Hao.

Qin Hao sipped the fragrant tea leisurely, with a faint smile of "It's all up to you" on the corner of his mouth. His condescending attitude seemed to say, if you don't do as I say, the cooperation will be terminated.

Ping Wuying frowned slightly, sighed softly, reached her slender fingers into her sleeves, and took out the account book.

There was a hint of reluctance in her movements, but also a bit of decisiveness.

Qin Hao did not make any move this time, but instead signaled with his eyes to Feng Lao beside him to come up and check.

Feng Lao, who seemed to be in his twilight years, had a hand as precise as an eagle's claw and gently took the account book. His cloudy eyes suddenly lit up as he flipped through it, showing both shock and joy.

Ping Wuying looked at Feng Lao meaningfully with her eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

However, with her experience and wisdom, this plain-looking old man seemed unfathomable, and he also exuded an invisible aura of threat that could not be ignored.

After a moment, Old Feng nodded slightly, slowly placed the account book on the table, and whispered, "The account book is indeed real."

As soon as these words came out, Qin Hao's mouth couldn't help but outline a curve of joy, and his eyes shone brightly.

With this account book, Qin Hao has the sharpest sword in his hand, which is enough to put the Zheng family into an irretrievable situation.

The subsequent house-raiding operations therefore became legitimate and beyond reproach.

The most important thing is that destroying the Zheng family is like cutting off the arm of the mastermind behind the scenes. The person hiding behind the scenes will jump out sooner or later.

"Uncle Ning, could that person be you?" Qin Hao sighed softly and muttered to himself.

Ping Wuying took back the account book, then glanced at Feng Lao and Luo Yang, then turned to Qin Hao, with a rare gentleness in his tone: "Mr. Qin, could you please ask your two loyal servants to wait outside the door for a while? I want to talk to you alone about what's next, is that okay?"

After saying that, she bit her red lips lightly and cast a meaningful glance at Qin Hao, her eyes flashing with an unspoken message: "You know."

This scene is like the spring breeze blowing through the willows, with a subtle fragrance floating in the air, which is very inspiring.

Seeing this, Old Feng frowned slightly, then lowered his voice and whispered to Qin Hao: "Master, this woman's temperament is changeable and unpredictable. I'm afraid she has some secrets that cannot be told to others. We must be on guard."

There was a hint of sophistication and alertness in his words.

Luo Yang's eyes widened as he stared at Ping Wuying. An aura of vigilance that could not be ignored emanated from his body, as if he was ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

At this moment, Qin Hao was completely immersed in the other party's gentle yet provocative words. He did not realize that his identity had already been discovered by Ping Wuying. He was secretly looking forward to the private communication that would follow.

A gentle curve appeared at the corner of his mouth and he nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with longing for an unknown love.

At the same time, he calmly cast a reassuring look at Feng Lao and Luo Yang, signaling them to obey his orders and retreat.

In an instant, Ping Wuying and Qin Hao were the only ones left in the room, and the atmosphere became ambiguous and full of expectation.

Ping Wuying's figure was as light as a wisp of smoke that could not be traced. She stood up slowly and approached Qin Hao quietly without any sound.

There was a strange light flashing in her eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth. Suddenly, she broke the silence in the room: "Little Emperor, you are really good at tricking me!"

After she finished speaking, she flicked her fingertips, and the long sword at her waist, shining with a cold light, came out of a cave like a spirit snake, silently crossing Qin Hao's neck. The tip of the sword lightly touched Qin Hao, carrying a threat that should not be underestimated.

Outside the door, Feng Lao had extraordinary hearing ability and was about to break through the door with the force of thunder to protect the emperor, but was stopped in time by Qin Hao's steady and firm voice: "Feng Lao, don't panic, I am safe and sound, please don't come in."

After saying that, Qin Hao remained calm and gently moved the tip of Ping Wuying's sword away a few inches with a flick of his finger.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a faint smile, his eyes were deep, as if he could see through people's hearts: "Miss Ping, I am curious, when did you find out my identity? I thought it was perfect, but I didn't expect you to find out so quickly. It was really a mistake!"

"Stop, don't move!"

Ping Wuying's voice was as cold as frost, with unquestionable majesty, and her eyes flashed with cold light, "If you move again, I will cut your neck, you despicable and shameless liar, don't think that I dare not do anything to you."

Qin Hao froze involuntarily when he heard that. Although he knew in his heart that she would probably not really do anything, the sudden fierce aura still made him feel wary. He thought to himself: This is not a joke. What if she really loses her composure? Wouldn't I become the innocent soul killed by her sword?

He spread his hands helplessly and sighed, "It seems that Miss Ping has a deep prejudice against me, but this matter cannot be completely blamed on me, and you are not completely innocent either."

Ping Wuying opened her red lips slightly, a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her voice was cold and resolute: "Don't think of using sweet words to deceive people's hearts. This girl will not be deceived by you again."

After she finished speaking, her autumn-water eyes inadvertently swept across Qin Hao's waist. That unintentional glance was like a flash of cold light, which made Qin Hao feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and broke out in a cold sweat.

At this moment, his mind couldn't help but emerge the tragic scene of the official's son who molested a decent woman in the street and was cut off by a sword by the cold-hearted woman in front of him.

Qin Hao subconsciously clamped his legs together and said hurriedly, "Miss Ping, let's talk it over. Please don't mess around."

Seeing this, Ping Wuying was secretly pleased with himself, but his face remained calm, instead adding a hint of joking: "Oh, I thought your Majesty was a true dragon emperor, fearless, but I never thought that you would be so 'fearful'. This is really eye-opening."

There was a hint of playfulness in her words, but also some subtle hidden meanings. There was a tense atmosphere and a bit of indescribable complex emotions.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Qin Hao finally broke the silence.

He slowly filled a cup of tea and gently pushed it in front of Ping Wuying, saying in a gentle and sincere tone: "Miss Ping, put down the sword in your hand first, drink some water, and calm down. I will give you a satisfactory explanation."

Ping Wuying's red lips raised a cold and slightly sarcastic smile, her eyes were as sharp as a sword, piercing the heart: "Are you afraid of me?"