Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

Princess Shouning's Mansion.

In the gorgeous inner courtyard, several handsome young men with different appearances were playing music for Princess Shouning.

There was also a heroic young man in the courtyard dancing with a sword to the rhythm of musical notes.

His movements were light and agile, sometimes as gentle as a swallow skimming the water, and sometimes as heavy as a mountain pressing down on one's head. The sword light was sharp, and it was obvious at first glance that he was not just a show-off, but had real martial arts skills.

Princess Shouning was lying on the couch, wearing a Suzhou embroidered moonlit gown, like a blooming peony, gorgeous and luxurious.

Two maids stood by his side without looking away, as if those beautiful boys were no different from flowers, plants or trees.

"Princess, Hall has finished washing up."

A servant reported in the courtyard.

Princess Shouning raised her eyes slightly and looked at the werewolf boy standing on the corridor in the courtyard.

The moonlight shone through the dark and solemn corridor and fell on the werewolf boy in patches.

His skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, as if one could see the throbbing blue blood vessels underneath. His silver-gray eyes were like stars in the night sky, lonely and tough.

His long hair fell softly on his shoulders like a silver waterfall, and a pair of furry ears on top of his head drooped slightly, making him look very docile.

As Hall was seriously injured when Yue Ran forcibly broke the contract with him, he now looked a little thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, but his back was as straight as a pine tree, with an innate stubbornness.

His fingers were now tightly grasping the gorgeous robe on his body. The color of the robe was as brilliant as the sunset, with the warmth of red and the ambiguity of purple, forming a sharp contrast with his thin body.

Only the concubines in the princess's mansion dared to wear men's clothes that were so gorgeous and frivolous.

Wearing such clothes is like having the mark of the eldest princess engraved on your forehead, which is difficult to get rid of.

Hall lowered his eyes and walked towards the princess step by step. He mustered up the courage to look up and look at the cold and elegant face of Princess Shouning.

Although she is nearly thirty years old, the years have left no traces on her face. Instead, it has added a bit of mature charm. Although her eyes are smiling, their gaze is deep and sharp.

Hall knew that his fate would henceforth be in the hands of the eldest princess.

"You're here." The eldest princess' voice was cold and majestic, pleasant but without a trace of emotion.

"Yes, princess," the werewolf boy replied respectfully, his voice now calm.

The eldest princess looked him up and down as if she was evaluating the value of a commodity.

She knew that this young man was willing to pay any price to stay in the capital, even to become her lover.

Of course, she didn't keep him to become a Bodhisattva.

"Do you know what you should do in the future?" The eldest princess spoke slowly, with a casual and unquestionable tone.

Hall looked up at her, then quickly lowered his head: "I know."

"Very good." The princess nodded casually, "As long as you don't betray me, I can guarantee you a place in the capital."

The werewolf boy looked at the ground, humiliation and helplessness in his eyes.

But he knew he had no choice. If it weren't for the power of the princess, he would have been taken back to the werewolf tribe by Kerr and imprisoned.

He took a deep breath and tried to look calmer: "Thank you, Princess."

The princess turned her eyes to look at him and said in a calm voice: "You should know that if you want to live with a little dignity in this world, if you want to get more, you must pay the corresponding price."

The werewolf boy gritted his teeth and knelt down solemnly.

The moonlight sprinkled on the two of them like water, and the eldest princess curled her lips in satisfaction.

Her willingness to keep this werewolf who had betrayed his master by her side did not mean that she would form a bond with him.

She is not a female warrior like Yue Ran who is easily deceived. She will never take the risk of making a contract.

If Hall could betray Yue Ran once, he would inevitably betray the eldest princess for a second time in the future.

She was actually nearby and saw everything that happened between Yue Ran and Hall in front of the teahouse.

Her spies had already reported the whereabouts of the carriage behind Hall.

Does her oldest nephew know what he is doing?

really interesting.

She placed this wolf cub in the capital, and she is sure that she will see many good things in the future.

The backyard of Dingbei Palace.

Song smashed the vase and pen washers in Yue Zihuan's study all over the floor, and her pampered face twisted into a hideous look:

"What's the point of that lowly werewolf? He can't do anything, and yet he still has the nerve to beg for mercy to stay in the capital?"

She really couldn't stand it anymore. Her son kept asking her to wait and said that someone would teach Yue Ran a lesson.

But every time she saw a good sign, it would be extinguished by Yue Ran in the end.

"Even I thought it was the werewolf who saved Yue Ran. He's really good at deceiving people for five years. Why can't he continue to deceive people now?"

Moreover, Yue Ran directly exposed Hall's lies in front of so many people, making it difficult for her to do anything behind his back.

And that little bastard Yue Ran, how come he didn’t freeze to death in the snowy mountains!

Yue Zihuan had no mood to read today, and his face looked a little gloomy.

He didn't expect that Yue Ran would be able to break through the elaborate scheme that Xiaolou had designed behind the scenes.

Back then, Yue Ran was secretly thrown into the Snow Mountain, and he and his mother thought she was dead.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, she returned to the capital alive and well, with only a few frostbite spots on her body.

The people in the palace only knew that it was an orc boy with furry pointed ears who saved her.

Orcs have always been of low status. The old princess was still alive at the time. She felt it would be shameful to tell others that Yue Ran was saved by an orc, and did not allow the palace to search for Yue Ran's savior in a high-profile manner.

Until five years ago when his father broke his leg, Yue Ran was ordered to go north. Someone gave a clue that Hall, the young master of the werewolf tribe, was severely injured by freezing while trying to save people in the snowy mountains.

Among the werewolves, only Hall was of similar age to Yue Ran. After the palace compared the time with the werewolf tribe, it was confirmed that Hall was the one who saved Yue Ran that year.

Not to mention that Yue Ran believed it, even Yue Zihuan and the Song family had never doubted it in the past few years.

After that, Yue Zihuan discovered that Hall was not close to Yue Ran, but listened to Feng Xiaolou's words, and felt that Hall was a great help to him.

He once thought that the Prince and Feng Xiaolou's plans against Yue Ran were flawless.

If Yue Ran had not suspected Hall, their plan would have been accomplished by now!

Ultimately, it was Hall's fault.

It was Hall who exaggerated Yue Ran's trust in him in his letter.

This werewolf was only concerned with bragging and ruined their plans. He deserves to die!

"Mother, please be patient. Although Hall has failed in this step, Yue Ran's reputation is different from before."

Yue Zihuan had a sneer on his lips.

He didn't believe that Yue Ran and Hall had a clean relationship in the past five years.

If a girl loses her reputation for chastity, she will be unable to take a single step forward.

Yue Ran has no chance of washing this basin of dirty water clean.