I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

The blood plasma she had just applied was still dripping down, looking very scary.

Someone asked, "Did you get this injury from fighting with Cheng Qi'an?"

Song Wanqing pretended to be very weak and nodded: "Yes, I didn't expect that Cheng Qi'an looked stupid, but in fact he was a ruthless character. He almost killed me. I almost died there!"

The man was skeptical: "Where's the tiger talisman? Take it out and let us see."

Song Wanqing immediately covered his chest and said, "This thing is of great importance. How can I just show it to you casually? Of course I have to hand it over to the prince in person."

Seeing her serious expression, the man seemed to believe it a little: "I will report to the prince for you now."

Soon, the man came back to her and bowed his head and said, "The prince asked me to take you there."

Song Wanqing looked at him twice more and felt something was wrong, but still followed him.

The two men walked along the way, and teams of guards patrolled everywhere with spears in hand, until they reached the most heavily guarded house in the deepest part.

"The prince is waiting for you inside." The man said and left with his head down.

Looking at the closed door in front of him, Song Wanqing touched the fake tiger talisman on his chest and walked in.

"See you, Your Majesty."

Under the dim light, a middle-aged man in a black python robe sat in the room, his sharp eyes directed straight at Song Wanqing.

"Are you back? Didn't you say you got the tiger talisman? Show it here."

His tone was steady and there seemed to be nothing wrong, but Song Wanqing felt that something was not right in the atmosphere, and she carefully handed the jade pendant to the maid who was walking over.

The maid took the jade pendant and presented it to the prince.

His eyes lit up and he picked up the jade pendant to examine it carefully.

Seeing this, Song Wanqing asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, what is my next mission?"

The man sitting on the seat was still staring at the jade pendant, so Song Wanqing stood with a slight bow.

"How dare you use fake things to deceive me."

In a flash, something unexpected happened. Prince Qing suddenly drew out a sword and slashed at Song Wanqing.

Song Wanqing's eyes were frosty and he raised his hand to block the oncoming cold blade.

"clang--"

The harsh friction sound pierced her eardrums, and Song Wanqing trembled all over. The severe pain from her palm made it almost impossible for her to hold the sword, and she took a big step back.

Prince Qing put away his knife, a trace of sarcasm flashed across his brows, and he pulled the corner of his mouth, "Song Wanqing, you are quite capable."

“But it’s still a little bit off!”

After saying that, he launched another attack, this time more fiercely than the last time. Song Wanqing couldn't resist at all. After a few rounds, he was forced into a corner.

Prince Qing's face was gloomy and he rushed forward again with his sword in hand.

Song Wanqing quickly dodged.

A sweet and fishy taste filled her mouth. She raised her eyes and stared at the man in front of her. There was an almost insane sense of pride in his eyes, and a sinister smile on his face that made people feel cold.

Song Wanqing stretched out her hands and quietly put them behind her back. Her current ability was not enough to stop Prince Qing's attack alone, so she could only find a way to summon out the farming doll.

Prince Qing's eyes darkened, as if he had seen through Song Wanqing's actions. He suddenly took a step forward and rushed towards her, grabbing her neck tightly with his hands, almost crushing her with such force.

"What are you trying to do?" Prince Qing's voice was cold. He exerted great force and threw Song Wanqing to the ground.

Song Wanqing fell to the ground in a mess.

"Prince Qing is really good at this." A hoarse voice came out from Song Wanqing's throat, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Prince Qing narrowed his eyes dangerously. His sinister eyes were as frightening as a poisonous snake. "You are still stubborn even when you are about to die?"

He raised his leg and kicked Song Wanqing in the side without mercy.

"Ok!"

Song Wanqing groaned and rolled to the side. She frowned in pain, cold sweat oozing from her forehead.

The more she did this, the more excited Prince Qing became. Anyone who betrayed him would suffer a fate worse than death!

Just when he was feeling proud, Song Wanqing suddenly waved his hand and threw something out.

The doll fell straight on Prince Qing's face. His face changed and he stepped back suddenly. The doll suddenly grew bigger and had a childish baby face. He was extremely strong and rushed up to start punching and kicking Prince Qing.

What is this? !

Prince Qing was shocked, but quickly calmed down.

Although this inhuman creature had fierce moves and was as strong as a ghost, its speed was far inferior to his.

Prince Qing wielded his sword with ease, his movements were so strange and agile that the farm boy couldn't even touch him.

Song Wanqing lay on the ground, nervously staring at the two people fighting fiercely in front of her. Her heart gradually sank. She clenched her palms, thinking rapidly in her head how to deal with Prince Qing.

The farming kid's strength has surpassed most people, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even touch the shadow of King Qing!

What kind of existence is he?

Song Wanqing struggled to move her body, and every time she moved, she could feel the heart-wrenching pain.

Although Prince Qing did not cause her any superficial harm, each of his moves contained extremely strong internal strength, and she was beaten to the point where she could not fight back.

After a few rounds, the farming boy was at a disadvantage. He had no weapons and could only rely on brute force. Facing King Qing's powerful attack, he could only catch it with his bare hands.

"Thorn-"

When the knife flashed, the farming doll was torn into two halves, and the fragments flew all over the ground. Soon it lost its breath and turned into a pile of waste wood.

Prince Qing looked at Song Wanqing coldly and said, "Your mechanism is quite interesting, but unfortunately, it is still too weak."

As he said this, he stepped hard on the broken pieces of the Farmer's Doll as if in frustration.

Song Wanqing frowned, the frost in her eyes was like a storm in December, and anger gradually welled up between her brows.

After all, the farming boy had been with her for such a long time. She felt very upset when he treated her like this!

"Are you heartbroken?" Seeing her expression, Prince Qing became even more excited. Besides stepping on her, he kicked her hard. He stared at Song Wanqing's eyebrows, trying to get some kind of pleasure from it.

Song Wanqing raised the corners of his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "You are only suitable for venting with these toys."

As soon as he finished speaking, Prince Qing's expression visibly fell. He was furious, his eyes wide open as if they were about to spit out flames, "Someone come!"

A group of men in black rushed in from all directions and surrounded Song Wanqing, each holding a knife in his hand, waiting for Prince Qing's order.

Prince Qing came to Song Wanqing and looked down at her. "Song Wanqing, I'll give you a choice. How do you want to die?"

"I want you to die."

A hint of sarcasm appeared on Song Wanqing's pale face, and her eyes were even more unruly. She looked at him as if she was looking at a bastard.

Prince Qing felt as if he was being pierced by that gaze, and his heart trembled slightly, making him extremely uneasy.

His face was gloomy, and he was annoyed by Song Wanqing's eyes. It would not be fun to let her die like this. She liked to look down on people with her eyes...

He lifted Song Wanqing's chin and gently stroked her eyes with his fingertips, "These eyes are quite beautiful, and you like to look at me with bad eyes...then dig them out first!"

After saying that, he gave a cruel smile.