The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

"Besides humiliating others in the princess's mansion, what else did you do?"

Xie Lin's hand silently covered the back of Meng Xuanhe's neck, putting Meng Xuanhe in life and death crisis again.

Her mind went blank and she had no idea how she had offended the King of Hell again.

"No, I didn't do anything." Meng Xuan was careful and she found that Xie Lin was already doubting what happened at that time.

But she must not tell it out loud. Once she tells it out loud, Xie Lin will know that Li Chuan is lying to him. Then Xie Lin will never marry Li Chuan again. Meng Xuanhe hesitated between her life and going home.

She still wanted to go home.

Perhaps she could go back even if she died, but Meng Xuanhe would definitely not want to stay in this dynasty for the rest of her life.

In the 21st century, there are fun mobile phones, delicious food, and great television, but here there is only one King of Hell.

She once had true feelings for Xiao Qi, but Xie Lin was no longer as obedient as before. Meng Xuanhe also found it difficult to face Xie Lin, who had the same appearance as Xiao Qi but a completely different personality.

Forget it, no matter how much I want to go back now, Meng Xuanhe suddenly became depressed.

Looking at Meng Xuan's listless appearance, Xie Lin suddenly became a little angry.

He didn't know what he was angry about, but deep down, he seemed to really not want to see the girl show such an unhappy expression.

Xie Lin's thoughts never paused. He stretched out his hand and tried to press down the wrinkles between Meng Xuanhe's brows.

Meng Xuanhe was confused by his actions and didn't understand what he was doing.

The puzzled look from the woman in front of him made Xie Lin pause.

At the moment when Xie Lin was stunned, Meng Xuanhe suddenly had an idea in her mind. She wanted to use the magic of painting to fight with Xie Lin.

At the moment when the illusion mind technique was completed, Xie Lin burned her spirit painting technique to ashes without even raising his head.

"Who is the princess going to deal with with this little trick?" Xie Lin curled the corners of his lips, looking at Meng Xuan's eager look, and suddenly felt in a good mood.

Meng Xuanhe stared at the Huanxinshu that had been burned to ashes on the ground without blinking.

It lay there so pitifully, just like it was in Xie Lin's hands. Meng Xuanhe was so sad that she could not even cry.

"Your Majesty, you are truly a martial arts master with unparalleled talent. This little trick certainly can't hurt you. This little trick is really ungrateful. I will vent your anger for you."

Seeing that he couldn't get any results by taking a hard approach, Meng Xuanhe decided to take a soft approach.

He stomped on his painting spirit technique which had turned into ashes again and again, and even crushed it with his feet in anger.

While she was going crazy, she glanced at Xie Lin's expression.

He didn't seem as cold as before, and his hand moved away from the back of his neck.

Only after calming down the King of Hell did Meng Xuanhe breathe a sigh of relief.

"Don't even think about running around. You can't go anywhere until I have had enough fun."

Xie Lin already had an idea in his mind. He vaguely guessed that Meng Xuanhe was actually the girl who redeemed him in the princess's mansion.

Therefore, he would not let her go until he heard Meng Xuan admit it in person, and even if Meng Xuan admitted it to him, he would not let her go.

After all the twists and turns, Meng Xuanhe couldn't escape Xie Lin's control. This was a bet, and Xie Lin was going to bet her entire heart. He wanted Meng Xuanhe to willingly admit everything that happened in the princess's mansion.

That night, Xie Lin did not stay in Meng Xuanhe's palace.

Because of Xie Jingce's rebellion, the court has become a mess. Even if Xie Lin wants to retaliate against Meng Xuanhe, he has to resolve the issue of the rebels first.

This gave Meng Xuanhe a chance to catch her breath, and she began to look at the structure of the palace.

In the pitch-black bedroom, Xie Lin didn't even leave a candle.

Meng Xuanhe curled her lips and casually performed a fire spell. She used the drawing spirit spell paper as a fire starter and directly lit up the bedroom.

This sight made her gasp.

The layout of this bedroom is exactly the same as the furnishings in Xie Lin’s West Pavilion.

Could it be that Xie Lin remembered everything that happened in the princess's mansion?

Meng Xuanhe immediately shook his head. If he was really Xiaoqi, he shouldn't have this attitude towards her.

This palace was newly built, and the items inside were extremely luxurious. Meng Xuanhe took a quick look and then cast his greedy eyes on these treasures.

Even when she was in danger, she did not forget her greedy nature.

"The crane stands tall in the jade set, the agate small precious elephant, the Jingfu Changle hairpin, and the Qiluo narcissus grass and the green rose sunflower."

Meng Xuanhe couldn't help but widen his eyes as he looked at the rare and curious objects placed here casually.

She picked up all the decorations carefully. If one day she could take all these treasures out, she wouldn't have to work hard in business all her life. She could just lie down and become a wealthy woman in Yangzhou.

Meng Xuanhe thought about it and put them down again.

I have to go out first before I can exchange these treasures for gold.

Thinking of this, Meng Xuanhe put down the fire starter in his hand and walked towards the door.

As soon as she opened the door, five soldiers surrounded her outside, blocking her way with spears in their hands.

Meng Xuanhe swallowed nervously and laughed, "Please show some mercy, man. I'll go back right away, right away."

Swords and knives have no eyes, and she is very afraid of pain.

Meng Xuanhe crawled out from under the spears, but the soldiers guarding outside ignored her.

They received orders from His Majesty to keep an eye on the woman in the palace and not let her out. They were terribly afraid of the new emperor's methods, and no one dared to gamble their lives.

Meng Xuanhe returned to the hall with a depressed look on her face. She cast a farsightedness spell on herself, allowing her eyes to see through the door and her consciousness to scan the area within a radius of ten miles.

She discovered that the five soldiers in front of her were not the only ones guarding her. In the dark outside her bedroom, there were many experts lurking, besieging her.

It was as if she was some kind of wanted criminal of the imperial court, and the guarding she received could only be described as strict.

Her hand, which was originally about to cast a spell, also stopped. In Lando's painting spirit technique, there is a teleportation spell that can penetrate instantly and reach where one wants to go.

But with her current strength, she couldn't reach far away. She could only go through a door or onto a roof.

If there were only a few soldiers outside the door, Meng Xuanhe would still be able to teleport to the roof and escape.

But luckily, she had just used her telescopic vision to scan the area and discovered the eye in the dark. Otherwise, she would have failed to escape and been caught by Xie Lin's men, and would have angered Xie Lin in the process.

"Oh." Meng Xuanhe sighed helplessly. This was the first time since she came to this dynasty that she didn't even have the qualifications to resist.

The oppression of imperial power made it impossible for her to fight back, and the gap in strength between her and Xie Lin also made it impossible for her to make any waves in his hands.

Meng Xuanhe suddenly became motivated and began to meditate and practice the art of spiritual painting.

Although she couldn't find out Xie Lin's current strength, she thought that Xie Lin was at least at the seventh level. If she could successfully advance to the Purple Dao, she would be qualified to fight him.

When her strength rises, she will return all the grievances she has suffered to Xie Lin. She will make him work for her day and night, and let Xie Lin also have a taste of what it feels like to have to look at other people's faces.

No, if she was stronger than Xie Lin, why would she do this? She could just force Xie Lin to marry Li Chuan and pave the way for her to go home.

Meng Xuanhe was dreaming about the Spring and Autumn Period, so he practiced diligently all night long.