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

Dingbei Palace, Qiyun Pavilion.

Yue Zihuan stood in the yard, holding a book in his hand, looking up at the pale golden barrier in the sky, with an irrepressible smile on the corners of his lips.

Although he was imprisoned in the palace and could not frequently communicate with Feng Xiaolou to learn about the situation outside, he was also temporarily unable to give advice to the prince.

But there is no doubt that such a miracle that benefits all people must have been created by Xiaolou.

In a few days, he will be released from house arrest and can return to the prince and Xiaolou.

He has not lost yet. Even if his father favors Yue Ran, he has the prince and Xiaolou behind him, as well as today's miracle.

Yue Zihuan still remembered that Xiaolou once secretly revealed that she was actually his father's biological daughter.

It was just that King Dingbei kept Feng Xiaolou's identity a secret because of his reputation and to protect the mother and daughter.

When Yue Zihuan heard the news for the first time, his heart was struck hard and a sharp pain filled his mind.

He would not doubt that Xiaolou was lying, because what she said must be true.

In other words, he and Feng Xiaolou are actually half-siblings with the same father.

At that time, Yue Zihuan was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe. Feng Xiaolou noticed something was wrong with him and thought he was sick, so he took great care of him.

Yue Zihuan recalled Feng Xiaolou's elegant face and felt a bitter taste in his throat.

It doesn’t matter, as long as Xiaolou can be happy in the future, he will silently protect her behind her.

As for his father, he has made two preparations.

If after today's miracle, his father is willing to reveal Xiaolou's true identity, he will consider taking good care of his father in his old age.

If the father still wants to maintain the false face of loving his wife dearly and still refuses to give Xiaolou the status of a noble lady, then don't blame him as a heartless son.

A hypocrite who abandoned his wife and daughter has no right to occupy the position of King Dingbei!

Yue Zihuan took a deep breath, his eyes determined.

Soon, the offensive and defensive situations will be reversed.

He believed that Xiaolou would make good use of today's miracle to fight for everything she deserved.

Pear Blossom Lane.

Feng Xiaolou pursed her red lips and stared fiercely at the golden barrier in the air. Under her feet was the bronze mirror that she had just smashed.

She knew it!

This seemingly ordinary bronze mirror is really just a bronze mirror!

Chu Hantian, that self-righteous idiot, was not much smarter than Hall. He had already broken into Qingquan Villa at night. Lu Qingyue must have left many treasures there, but he didn't bring anything back. The only bronze mirror he brought back was a fake.

Feng Xiaolou's chest heaved violently, and his eyes were full of calculation and anger.

So this time Chu Hantian broke into Qingquan Villa at night, could it be that Yue Ran had planned it all along?

The miracle of the villa has appeared at this moment, and the villa belongs to Yue Ran. I believe Yue Ran will take credit for the miracle herself first.

Feng Xiaolou's slender white fingers pinched hard into the palm of his hand.

She was really unwilling.

"Someone, quickly send a message to the prince. I have something urgent to tell you!"

Feng Xiaolou turned and went into the study, writing quickly on the letter paper.

When Chu Hantian received Feng Xiaolou's letter, he was already on his way to the imperial study, thinking about how to request a title for Feng Xiaolou.

I think Xiaolou understands his thoughts and knows what he wants to do.

Chu Hantian opened Feng Xiaolou's letter with a smile, but soon the smile on his lips froze in an instant.

That bronze mirror is not a miracle?

Then why did he go through so much trouble to break into Qingquan Villa at night and almost lose his life there?

Chu Hantian raised his head slowly with a grim face, crumpled the letter paper in his palm, and with a little force, the letter paper turned into white crumbs that floated away with the wind.

"Go to Lihua Lane immediately!"

Chu Hantian looked at the imperial study with regret and had to force himself to leave the palace.

As soon as he entered Feng Xiaolou's house, he saw Feng Xiaolou bowing to him. She raised her fair and flawless face, her eyes full of guilt and uneasiness.

"Your Highness, it's all Xiaolou's fault. It was Xiaolou who put Your Highness in danger and deceived You by Yue Ran."

As he spoke, tears welled up in Feng Xiaolou's eyes, but he stubbornly held them back.

When Chu Hantian saw Feng Xiaolou like this, the resentment in his heart immediately turned into softness and he lost his temper no longer.

He quickly stepped forward to help Feng Xiaolou up, and comforted her softly:

"It's my fault. I was easily fooled by Yue Ran."

He held Feng Xiaolou to his chest, and gently stroked her soft long hair with one hand. There was a coldness in his eyes, and his heart was filled with the humiliation of being teased:

"I never thought Yue Ran would be so scheming and set such a sinister trap!"

Chu Hantian's fingers trembled slightly with anger.

Now that miracles cannot be bestowed upon Xiaolou, it becomes out of reach for him to obtain a noble status.

Feng Xiaolou leaned gently on Chu Hantian's chest and said softly:

"In fact, Your Highness does not need to worry about Xiaolou. Now Xiaolou is worried instead. If Yue Ran takes the miracle for himself, will he make more unreasonable demands on Your Majesty?"

She looked up at Chu Hantian, her eyes clear and affectionate, revealing an almost devout admiration.

Chu Hantian looked into Feng Xiaolou's eyes and felt extremely relieved, but at the same time a faint sense of guilt surged in his heart.

Her eyes and heart were full of him, but he couldn't even have a decent identity to help her.

And what Xiaolou reminded was indeed reasonable. Once Yue Ran had a miracle in her hands, there was no guarantee what requests she would make, so he had to be on guard.

Chu Hantian held Feng Xiaolou's face and smiled soothingly:

"Don't worry, no matter what she wants to do, she will never be able to get past you here!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left with his guards, with a determined look on his face.

Feng Xiaolou leaned against the door, watching Chu Hantian leave until his back disappeared around the corner. The tenderness on her face instantly melted away like summer ice and snow, replaced by a stern expression.

At the west gate of the capital, people were bustling about once again.

The blizzard suddenly stopped, and everyone watched for a moment, thinking that the snow probably wouldn't fall any more, so the crowd started to gather again.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard on the street, and the ground shook slightly. It sounded like there were a lot of people around.

People immediately spread out to both sides to make way for the people riding horses behind.

The knights soon arrived at the city gate, and first a handsome nobleman rode through the city gate on a tall white horse. He had a stern face, an upright posture, and an innate noble temperament that made people dare not look directly at him.

The guards behind him were wearing the same guard uniform. They followed the sound of the nobleman's horse hooves in front of them, passed through the city gate in an orderly manner, and rushed quickly towards the outside of the city.

People inside and outside the city gate stopped to watch. Only the soldier guarding the gate looked at the figure of the nobleman from afar and muttered to himself:

"Your Highness the Crown Prince has also gone to Qingquan Mountain? Why are they all gathering there in such heavy snow?"