The male protagonist has no descendants! Don't worry, the host is pregnant with many children

However, these things are not difficult for Gu Lin, so she doesn't have to worry about them.

Gu Lin was wearing a moon-white robe, with his black hair half-covered, looking elegant and handsome.

Lingzhi had already prepared dinner, a large table full of delicious food.

Gu Lin carried her to the table and sat down again. Lingzhi felt extremely awkward watching this scene.

Whenever the princess went to see him before, he would have a stern face and not say a word. If she touched him, it would be as if she was going to kill him.

Now this...

As Gu Lin picked up some food for her, he casually said, "I've already driven those gentlemen the princess sent me back to the backyard."

Lu Zhihuan paused for a moment, holding his chopsticks. "Backyard, is there anyone else in the backyard? Oh my God."

[There are still a few mistresses in the backyard! ]

996 [Yes, the original owner hadn't seen them for several months. He had only been dealing with Gu Lin these past few months and had forgotten about them.]

Lu Zhihuan continued to eat as if nothing had happened, and said guiltily: "They are just a means to confuse the enemy. It doesn't matter. We can send them all away tomorrow and save some money."

Gu Lin curled his lips in satisfaction, "Princess, that's right."

Lingzhi's brows twitched when she heard this. The princess was now being held in a harsh position. This was probably not a good thing. Should she tell the emperor?

As soon as she looked up, she met Gu Lin's gaze and was startled.

Gu Lin looked at her with warning eyes, as if to say: If you dare to say too much, you are finished.

Lingzhi hurriedly lowered her head; her thoughts did not escape Gu Lin's eyes at all.

After dinner, Gu Lin carried Lu Zhihuan to bed. He kissed her forehead gently and said, "Go to bed early." She had slept all day, so how could she sleep now?

However, after a while, Lu Zhihuan found a comfortable position in his arms and gradually fell asleep.

After she fell asleep, Gu Lin quietly got out of bed and took a look at the incense on the table.

Walk to the window and stare out into the darkness...

He pulled a letter from his sleeve.

[From the Princess]

"Yin Hean." He muttered to himself, and he slowly opened the letter and read it word by word:

That day, Her Royal Highness hurried back home, leaving He An feeling quite uneasy. I wonder if Her Royal Highness has properly dealt with matters at home! Tomorrow is Yin's birthday, and I wonder if Her Royal Highness can spare the time to meet at Wangjiang Tower.

"A gathering at Wangjiang Tower." These words were read very clearly, with strong pronunciation.

The corners of his mouth were raised, cold and bloodthirsty, and his deep and cold eyes were gleaming with brilliance.

I looked back at the person on the bed. It was so nice to be like this now, just staying by his side and only seeing him.

He changed his clothes, put on a mask, and left the princess's mansion.

In a dungeon, two people were tied hands and feet on the rack, their bodies covered with marks of being whipped and burned by branding irons.

Qingyun wrote the interrogation record on paper.

Gu Lin walked out of the darkness, dressed in a black robe, his long hair tied up in a bun, and a silver mask emitting a cold light. His cold eyebrows and eyes carried a murderous coldness.

The voice in the deep voice was as clear as if it had been soaked in ice water.

"Have you confessed?"

Qingyun immediately knelt down and handed over the interrogation results in his hand.

"My Lord, this person is the eldest prince's man. He was responsible for your... the Chinese medicine incident. He has further plans, and these two are unaware of the details."

Gu Lin lowered his eyes and looked at the confession on the paper, "Lu Yu."

The subsequent incident was about him and the princess. If this matter were to be leaked, Emperor Jing would be furious. Firstly, he would have him imprisoned; secondly, he would have attacked Darong.

By then, the princess's situation would be even more worrying, and Emperor Jing would not be able to protect her even if he wanted to. This could be said to be killing two birds with one stone.

The eldest prince is like a smiling tiger. He seems gentle on the surface, but he is actually very scheming.

He didn't seem like someone who was overly impatient. There had to be a reason for this. Could it be that he had let something slip?

No, it won't.

In recent years, he has always been cautious and careful, and he does not go out unless necessary.

The person behind the scenes will certainly spread this matter quietly, and once the rumor spreads, it will be difficult to contain it.

At this time, the people who were watching the eldest prince's mansion returned. Xuan Er knelt down and said, "My lord, the eldest prince sent some servants to the market. Before they could make a move, our people captured them."

really

Gu Lin wiped the Longyuan Sword in his hand without looking up, "Don't leave him alive, send him back. Give him a taste of our power, reveal a few things, and annoy him. He'll behave himself for a while."

Since they have already started to deal with him, he has to hurry up and clean up those "things" of Darong.

"It's been too long. Do you still think I'm that useless piece of shit you can humiliate?"

He remembered that morning when the soldiers broke into his room and poured a bowl of medicine into his mouth without saying a word.

I remember how shocked and bewildered I was at that time.

Too weak, mother! How can you be gentle and modest? You are bullied and have no power to resist.

He was taken away and witnessed with his own eyes the ransacking of his uncle's family's house from a distance. Cries and pleas for mercy echoed in the air, and he didn't dare to look at the desperate looks in those people's eyes.

When he refused to look, Concubine Yao twisted his face and forced him to look.

"So what? They're all because of you, because of you and your mother. Enjoy them! Honorable legitimate prince, hahahaha!"

Concubine Yao spoke in his ear, her voice was sharp and piercing, like the whisper of a devil.

My uncle and cousin were beaten to a bloody pulp, and my aunt, clutching my cousin, was shoved to the ground. The baby cried uncontrollably, and in return, she was brutally beaten.

The elderly, the weak, women and children in the mansion were all shackled. Every time he closed his eyes, these scenes lingered in his mind.

These memories were like nightmares that kept him awake at night.

He lost all his relatives, his uncle's family, and his mother overnight.

The news that he could not have offspring spread throughout the palace. For people in the royal family, offspring are the most important thing.

Everyone was whispering and gossiping, and he, in his difficult situation, became the laughing stock of everyone. His dignity and future were trampled underfoot, completely destroyed.

"You useless piece of shit," Concubine Yao mocked him. "Now you're no longer eligible to inherit the throne. You can no longer threaten my son, and you won't be a stumbling block to his ascension to the throne."

His father, who usually treated him with relative gentleness, now looked at him as if he were a dead object. Concubine Yao suggested that he be made a hostage, but he agreed without a second thought, leaving him like a piece of trash.

Concubine Yao threatened his mother's life and made him behave like a dog in Dongyue Kingdom.

A dark red fire burned in Gu Lin's eyes. The bloody dark red was like a sweet and fishy stain that soaked into his eyes. His sinister eyes were full of coldness.

It was already four o'clock in the morning, and it would be dawn in a little while. He had to rush back before daybreak.

Thinking of Lu Zhihuan, he returned to Yueshang Yunju under the moonlight.

He changed into pajamas, got on the bed, and held the unconscious Lu Zhihuan in his arms, wanting to kiss...

He showed no restraint at all, lowering his head to kiss those tender red lips, the crisp scent of white tea filling his senses, full of temptation.