After rebirth, the Queen of Madness has gone against the will of Heaven

"Your Majesty... you're welcome!" A deep voice flowed from the beautiful lips, like fine sand flowing between fingers.

After saying that, Ma stripped off all his clothes... leaving only his underwear, lifted the quilt and crawled in. He stretched out his long arms and held the woman in his arms.

The woman grumbled twice in a daze and pushed him with her arm, but the man not only did not let go, but held her even tighter... The woman was exhausted and gradually relaxed her body, nestling in his arms and falling asleep.

The man put one hand behind his head, his black pupils locked on the little woman who clung to him tightly, and smiles rippled from his eyes... It feels good to have a beautiful woman in your arms, well... The worst thing is that you can't touch her.

"Mu... Murong... Feng..."

Suddenly he heard such a whisper... He was so startled that he raised his head!

The woman, slumped against his arm, frowned, seemingly in agony. Her slender fingers clutched at him, but as if naked, they could only grip his flesh. They gripped so tightly that their knuckles turned pale, and her chest ached sharply. Blood oozed from the cracks between her fingers. Murong Yanhui frowned, but didn't pull her hand away!

Yu Qingli dreamed of her past life again, of Murong Feng... In that cold palace, she had waited for fifteen years, waiting for her daughter's wedding day to come and see her. But her daughter was executed at the age of one, leaving her disfigured and her tendons severed...

Murong Feng, Murong Feng!

Every sound is heart-wrenching and full of resentment!

She hates! Hates!

Murong Yan raised an eyebrow... Murong Feng? Did she know Murong Feng? And he didn't look like someone reciting a lover's name in a dream, but rather like a sworn enemy. Even in his sleep, his furrowed brow was filled with hatred!

The hand on my chest is getting stronger and stronger...

He finally couldn't help but take her hand away, and almost instantly she held his hand tightly.

Blood was oozing from her chest, and there were scratches on her fair skin... Murong Yan looked back and said with a smile, "If someone saw this, it would cause misunderstandings..." His eyebrows moved, and he tilted his head to kiss her brow, gave her a light kiss, and then stepped back.

"We're even." He turned sideways, hugged her, and fell asleep.

The woman finally calmed down...but she still refused to let go of him. In the quilt, his big hands wrapped around hers, and she squeezed them back tightly.

It's like a couple in love, giving each other the most sincere response.

Suddenly - "Bang!" The sound of the basin falling to the ground, with a clang, startled the woman in Murong Yan's arms.

Murong Yan turned around and saw that her maid seemed to be frightened. The basin of water fell to the ground, and there was disbelief and fear in her eyes.

"Get out!" His knife-like gaze swept over, and a faint syllable rolled out from his throat. The maid was so scared that her legs went limp and she knelt on the ground in an instant.

"Master, please forgive me... Your servant... Your servant..." She wanted to say something but didn't. She picked up the washbasin and ran away in an instant.

Murong Yanhui finally fell asleep. The woman in his arms hadn't woken up yet. Her face, gradually relaxing, held a breathtaking beauty. Willow-shaped eyebrows, tightly closed eyes, curled eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and lips pale from the fever... His gaze fell on her lips, devoid of a trace of blood. Her whole body was still scorching, the heat reaching him, burning from the inside out.

I'm afraid this won't work...

He took out a pill and put it into her mouth, covering her lips with his palm to prevent her from spitting it out.

"Be good, eat it." He said softly. The woman seemed to have understood his words and chewed gently. After a while, she could see the movement of swallowing in her throat.

The man's eyes were curved, and his expression was full of spring light.