After I traveled through the book, my sister kidnapped my mother

Shi Wanyue only felt her head buzzing and something was clamoring in her heart.

"Sister, what is love? I don't quite understand."

"Lingling said she likes me."

Shi Wanyue roughly understood.

The fingertips gradually loosened and gently held Wen Zhimiao's hand: "No."

How could the person she watched grow up belong to someone else?

It cannot belong to someone else, and you are not allowed to like someone else.

Liking someone is not only what your heart desires, but also a selfish possession.

But when she thought about the person on the bed who was drunk but still knew to come back to find her, Shi Wanyue's mouth corners unconsciously curled up.

After calming down, his fingertips stopped trembling as before. He helped Wen Zhimiao button up her clothes and reached out to pinch her cheek.

"Sister, it's time to sleep. Don't make a fuss." Wen Zhimiao held Shi Wanyue's hand stickyly.

Shi Wanyue chuckled and said, "Okay."

She got on the bed and held Wen Zhimiao in her arms.

Wen Zhimiao turned around and put one hand on her shoulder. She looked very well behaved while sleeping.

The heavy rain outside the window was washing away the bloody smell of Nanshao City tonight, but the person who had stirred up the turmoil in the whole city was now sleeping soundly in someone's arms.

The singing, dancing and lights in Huayue Tower did not stop until the morning. The sons of powerful and wealthy people either stayed overnight in Huayue Tower or returned home at daybreak, reeking of alcohol.

It rained heavily all night, and Wen Ke woke up late because the day broke late due to the rain.

She had just gotten up, washed up, and was still sorting out her clothes. Before she even left the room, she heard the guard coming over in a hurry to report.

"Princess, something happened."

The man looked overly panicked. Wen Ke frowned and looked at him. He was soaked all over.

"what's up?"

"Last night, ten people were killed in the city. All of them were killed in one blow. They were all officials or local gentry in Nanshao City."

"What?" Wen Ke's voice rose unconsciously.

"The king has already learned about it and is furious." The guard lowered his head.

"Why didn't anyone come to report last night?" The defense of Nanshao City was not lax, on the contrary, it was extremely strict. Even the top killer could not kill ten people without making any noise.

"All the witnesses were killed, and all the guards who tried to deliver the letter died on the way. It seemed that the enemy knew our deployment clearly, even the signal flares on the guards. They almost killed the messenger first."

A cold sweat gradually broke out on Wen Ke's back.

Who on earth can do this?

Master Wanyue?

No, she can't, she only has some people from the Overwatch Council and the Dragon Shadow Guard under her.

Wen Zhimiao?

Does she really have the brains for this?

If it was really her, then she was hiding it too deeply.

Mother?

It shouldn't be possible. If the mother wants to take back the power in her hands, there is no need to do so.

Who could that be?

"Who were the dead?" Wen Ke forced himself to calm down.

The guard mentioned several names, and Wen Ke couldn't help frowning every time he mentioned one.

The heads of the trading companies in Nanshao City that control the westward trade route, except for the Duan family, the leaders of the largest tribes, the grain merchants, the shipping companies, and the others were all former ministers under Wen Rongxue, but now they have all surrendered to her.

Wen Ke boasted that she had controlled most of the Southland, but overnight most of her wings were broken.

At that moment her face turned pale.

Who is he?

This was clearly directed at her.

My mind was buzzing and went blank.

The heavy rain continued. Wen Ke looked at the freely flowing rain, which seemed to be the power in her hands, dissipating bit by bit. Everything she hoped for seemed to vanish in an instant.

No, it's not over yet, she still has a chance.

Wen Ke quickly calmed down, took his umbrella and went straight to where Wen Rongxue was.

When Shi Wanyue woke up, Wen Zhimiao was still sleeping.

He still hugged Shi Wanyue tightly. It rained last night, but the temperature did not drop and was still hot.

Shi Wanyue looked at Wen Zhimiao for a while, then reached out and pinched her little face.

Some people can stay awake at night and make up for their sleep during the day, but she can't do that.

But Shi Wanyue didn't expect that Wen Zhimiao got up just after she left the yard.

Taking advantage of the rain, I returned to Huayue Tower.

So many people died overnight, Prince Shun was furious and ordered Princess He Yue to investigate the matter thoroughly.

After Wen Ke apologized to Wen Rongxue, he went straight to Huayue Tower, under the pretext of confirming the safety of the young prince.

Shi Wanyue was also forced to follow her.

She was originally going to the government office to continue her official business, but she happened to meet Wen Ke, who brought her to Huayue Tower.

Shi Wanyue was still thinking about how to make up for the fact that Wen Zhimiao was not in Huayue Tower. After all, it was not appropriate to say that Wen Zhimiao was in her room at this moment.

If they tell it out, Wen Ke will suspect them.

Although she believed that Wen Zhimiao dared to go back and must have had a backup plan, she still couldn't help but worry.

But what he didn't expect was that when the door was kicked open, Wen Zhimiao was lying on the bed in dishevelled clothes, still a little dazed, and the maid in the quilt was also naked.

Wen Zhimiao casually picked up a thin blanket and wrapped himself in it, looking at Wen Ke with some confusion, even with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Sister Princess, why are you bringing troops here so early in the morning? I don't like being watched by others." Wen Zhimiao's eyes were heavy, as if he was really angry.

The maid also hugged the quilt tightly and shivered.

"Ten people died in the city last night. I am afraid that something has happened to Your Highness, so I dare not fail to confirm Your Highness's safety with my own eyes."

Wen Zhimiao stood up lazily: "Oh, so, now that it has been confirmed, can Princess Sister leave now? I'm fine."

She was only wearing a loose short-sleeved shirt, with her arms exposed, and even scratches and kisses visible on her body, as if she had really experienced a ridiculous night.

Shi Wanyue's gaze fell on those traces.

Wen Zhimiao felt that her eyes had become much colder.

She felt extremely miserable for a moment. The maid hid timidly behind Wen Zhimiao, only daring to grab the corner of her clothes and not even daring to touch any other part of her body.

Wen Zhimiao felt miserable when she saw the cold look in her master Wanyue's eyes, but she couldn't explain it on the spot because she had caused it herself.

The hickeys are from kissing, and the scratches are from scratching.

Shi Wanyue turned around with a cold face and said, "Since your highness has nothing to do, the princess should go back first."

She left first with a cold face, and Wen Ke thought about it and followed her.

Wen Rongxue asked her to investigate the matter. Now that she had confirmed that Wen Zhimiao had indeed spent a foolish night in Huayue Tower last night, she felt a little relieved.

How could a person who is only addicted to alcohol and sex have such ability?

"Please close the door." Wen Zhimiao lay down lazily again.

The guard at the door obediently closed the door.

Wen Zhimiao walked over and locked the door.

He put on the clothes folded at the head of the bed again, and after that, he took out a bag of silver from his arms: "Thank you very much."

"Your Highness, you are welcome." The maid took the silver coins and nodded respectfully while wrapped in the quilt.

"I'll need your cooperation in the next few days, understand?"

"After this is over, I will help you escape from slavery and leave Nanshao."

The maid nodded sensibly: "I understand."

She is a sensible and understanding person. After staying in such a place for a long time, she would not expect so-called love.

She was even more aware that a high branch like Wen Zhimiao was not one she could climb.