The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

It was enough for Zi'an to know this much. Something was still not right. She had to investigate it herself. There was no need to cause trouble for An'an.

"Sister Ling, are you home?"

Linglong came back to her senses after hearing the voice, and dispersed her spiritual power. At the same time, she let go of Zi'an, who was blushing and panting, and put him on the bed. She raised her hand to tidy up his clothes and said softly, "Stay in the room obediently."

She didn't want anyone to see Zi'an in this seductive look.

Zi'an sat obediently on the exquisite bed and nodded dreamily: "Oh."

Linglong turned around, put away the jade pendant and yellow cloth on the table, left the room, looked at the two people standing outside the yard, and walked towards the gate.

When Wen Shan first saw Linglong, he whispered a few words to the person next to him. After the person left, Linglong also opened the courtyard door.

"Ms. Wen, come in."

After saying that, Nan Yumo turned and walked towards the small table in the kitchen corridor.

This was the small table and chairs made of small-leaf red sandalwood that she had taken out of the space in the morning. Zi'an was afraid that they would be damaged by the sun, so he put them in the shade again.

Wen Shanchu looked around and felt more and more disappointed. Her mother was also from a poor family and she had seen such a dilapidated environment since she was a child. But if a princess lived in such a place, could she fight against the schemes of those evil spirits in Lingdu or the dark?

"Ms. Wen, please sit down."

The clear voice brought Wen Shanchu back to her senses from her wandering thoughts. She lowered her eyes and saw Wang Linglong pouring a cup of tea and placing it opposite her.

Wen Shanchu did not sit down, but lifted his robe and was about to kneel.

"Mrs. Wen, if you still want to find me in Nanling, kneel down."

This casual remark made Wen Shanchu's forehead covered with cold sweat. This wouldn't do. What if the emperor came to ask her for someone?

Thinking of this, Wen Shanchu suddenly felt a chill on his neck and straightened his knees subconsciously.

Linglong took a sip of tea and, using her sleeve to cover the letter Wen Shanchu gave her, placed it on the table.

"The daughter of the Wen family must have sent the wrong person."

Wen Shanchu had just sat down when she heard this. Looking at the letter on the table, she thought that the envelope would be returned, but the chance of this was very small.

He raised his eyes, looked at the lazy and noble woman opposite him, and asked, "Madam Wang, can I know the reason?"

Linglong turned the cup on her fingertips and said calmly: "Return this letter, and the person behind it will naturally know the reason."

Wen Shanchu's pupils dilated. Is there something she doesn't know?

He wanted to ask something, but when he met Linglong's cold gaze, he swallowed all the words in his throat.

At this moment, she felt that her worries were just asking for trouble. How could the princess chosen by the Queen be a simple person?

In the struggle between emperors, it is better for these people who can die at any time to be sensible.

Thinking of this, he lifted the teacup in front of him, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, then he was surprised.

Here, there is such sweet and mellow tea.

But now is not the time to ask these questions. Thinking of the corpses just now, he put down the teacup and looked at the cold and distant woman opposite him, and asked: "Madam Wang, do you know any Gu insects?"

Linglong put down the teacup and said calmly, "Of course."

He picked up the purple clay teapot on the table and poured another cup for Wen Shanchu.

Thinking of Master Danxu, Wen Shanchu was not surprised how Wang Linglong knew about it.

"Then Madam Wang, do you know that your relative, Prince Ping, was killed by Fang Tianzhi and Song Deqing?"

Click...

The finest purple clay teacup shattered with a sound, and evil spirit unconsciously burst out from Linglong's body.

At this moment, Wen Shanchu felt a chill on his back, and his heart was as panic-stricken as the teacup in Wang Linglong's hand.

Linglong threw away the broken teacup, took out the handkerchief slowly, and carefully wiped the water stains from her fingertips.

"Mrs. Wen, are you doubting me?"

He raised his eyes, staring at the sweaty Wen Shanchu with a cold gaze, and continued: "As long as you can produce evidence, you can arrest me at any time."

After saying this, he threw the handkerchief on the table.

The superior, who was unaware of it, exerted pressure on Wen Shanchu.

At this moment, she really wanted to die! Indeed, when Wang Linglong was so weak, she would not doubt it, but the strength shown by Wang Linglong was not something that a person with a long-term illness could have. For Nanling and the Queen, she had to test it.

Wen Shanchu swallowed and said, "Madam Wang, I misunderstood. I just care about you."

Linglong leaned back lazily, stroking the purple diamond on the ring on her left hand with the fingertips of her right hand, and said calmly: "Whether it is a misunderstanding or not, I can judge it myself."

The cold and calm words made Wen Shanchu's knees go weak again. Before he could say anything, Wang Linglong's cold voice rang in his ears again.

"Mrs. Wen, from now on, I just want to live a peaceful life."

This sentence was not serious. Wang Linglong slapped the table with her palm. The table did not shake, but the fragments of the teacup on it flew into the air. She waved her slender palm lightly, and the fragments flew out in all directions at a high speed.

The moment Wen Shanchu's pupils contracted, a muffled groan and the sound of a body falling to the ground were heard from a hidden place.

This time Wen Shanchu was really panicked and wanted to kneel down, but when he thought that Wang Linglong had the ability to prevent him from finding her, he didn't dare to do so.

Finally, she had to stand up, bowed to Linglong, and said anxiously: "Please show mercy, Madam Wang. These people in the dark are here to protect you."

Linglong looked at Wen Shanchu calmly: "I need your people to protect me?"

Wen Shanchu choked!

Indeed, the kung fu that Wang Linglong is displaying now is not that of a martial artist who only knows the basics.

"Mrs. Wen, for your sake, I will spare the life of the man in the dark this time!"

He paused for a moment, and his tone became colder and colder: "As long as she is not an enemy, then, your Nanling will be at peace. My humble abode is simple, so I will not keep a maid."

As long as the so-called queen was not one of the people who hunted down Grandma and her, she would consider sparing her life.

Yin Luo raised his eyes and looked at Wen Shanchu calmly.

Meeting Linglong's emotionless eyes, Wen Shanchu was startled. Wang Linglong was becoming more and more distant from her. She really wanted to die now.

Afraid that Wang Linglong would be angry, he bowed to her again: "Yes, Madam Wang."

After saying this, he didn't dare to say anything more. He picked up the envelope on the table and walked out.

Linglong turned the ring and watched Wen Shanchu's departing back quietly.

"Sister, will there be any trouble?"

The grip on her shoulders and the boy's gentle and concerned words dissipated a lot of the coldness between her brows.

He raised his hand and held the hand that was pressing his shoulder, then he turned sideways and pulled him into his arms, then lowered his head and rubbed the boy's soft lips.

Only after the violence in her heart subsided did she let go of the limp boy and buried her head in his neck, hiding the intense killing intent in her eyes. She spoke in a hoarse voice, "Between trouble and passivity, I choose trouble."

What she can't tolerate the most is scheming, especially scheming involving blood ties. Unless she is willing, even death will not be able to eliminate the violence in her heart.