Quick Wear: After the female supporting role was funny, the male protagonist turned evil

"So Zhizhi's black hair is the antidote to the Life Gu. Zhizhi is so good to me. The Life Gu... is gone. Is it possible that Zhizhi solved it in advance but forgot about it? After all, you are very good at forgetting things."

Lin Zhiyi shuddered. She felt that the words "forget things" were like a knife stabbing her.

Was he reminding her that she had once been the Emperor's woman?

What should she say, break up or continue pretending?

Oh my God, this guy has been in Yongzhou for so long, Yongzhou must have been in his hands a long time ago. The time he has been in southern Xinjiang is also enough for him to make plans, maybe even Dayan has been inserted into it.

The male protagonist was much more terrifying than she had imagined. When she expected him to take the first step, he had already reached the finale.

With such cunning, how can she compete with him in intelligence? Is she sure that she is not a fool hired by the monkey?

After all the trouble, she never escaped from Duanmu Qi's clutches!

Fortunately, she had the amulet.

Taking the big hand from her waist and covering her lower abdomen, Lin Zhiyi blinked and said, "I forgot that I had cured you of the poison. This is useless. Don't wear it."

The red rope was taken back by Lin Zhiyi, and her beautiful eyes were charming.

"I will have my third brother return to Dayan later. He should avoid going back to Southern Xinjiang for no reason. Once you have dealt with the High Priest, I will also persuade my father to maintain close ties with Yongzhou and cooperate with you more."

"Whether I stay in Yongzhou as a princess or return to the capital as a princess is up to you. My dear, can we give our cub a name?"

Duanmu Qi teased Lin Zhiyi's red lips and said playfully, "If it's a girl, give her a name with the character 'Qu', and if it's a boy, give him a name with the character 'Shen'."

Lin Zhiyi was puzzled: "Duanmu Qu, Duanmu Shen...what is the meaning?"

"They chose homophones to commemorate their mother's resilience."

Lin Zhiyi's eyelids jumped, and she hugged Duanmu Qi and whispered in his ear, saying softly, "Do you really have to be like this? You were the one who got caught up in her lust from the beginning, messing up my marriage and bullying me."

Duanmu Qi kissed her slender neck vaguely, but his tone left no room for doubt: "I will bully you, and I will bully you for the rest of my life, and only you."

Only her? Lin Zhiyi's eyes widened. Duanmu Qi is the emperor, how can he believe this?

She dared not say anything, dared not ask anything. Some words were useless, because she had her own eyes to see.

Let’s first see how this person plans to resolve the issues in Yongzhou and Southern Xinjiang.

Uh... where is Duanmu Yue himself? She was very curious, but after thinking about it, she decided not to ask. Dancing on the tiger's head was a bit too much.

"Hmm." My neck felt stinging, and my hidden beauty was gradually exposed.

Lin Zhiyi stretched out her hand to block it: "This child is yours, if you want it, don't touch me."

Duanmu Qi picked her up and walked into the bedroom: "When you are hungry and thirsty, a little bit of tasting will quench your thirst. Doesn't Zhizhi know this truth?"

Lin Zhiyi: "..." What kind of logic is this? It's just a pervert, but it makes you look like a cultured person.

Just as he was about to ask a few more questions, Duanmu Qi suddenly said, "Zhizhi, why don't you call me Ziqian anymore? Are you uncomfortable because I kissed you?"

Lin Zhiyi's face froze, and she suddenly remembered why the consequences of her previous soft plea for mercy had become increasingly severe. It turned out that the root cause was here...

Thinking about the big hands that pinched her neck those times, Lin Zhiyi felt scared. Did Duanmu Qi want to strangle her to death at that time?

Looking up and kissing Duanmu Qi back, Lin Zhiyi whispered, "Qi."

It was just a light sound, even a compromise, not a sincere flattery.

But to Duanmu Qi's ears, it was still the most passionate voice in the world. He tore off the Southern Xinjiang Chinese clothes that were in the way. Duanmu Qi just wanted his Zhizhi to keep calling him "Qi".

Lin Zhiyi was almost going crazy. Just because she was pregnant, Duanmu Qi would not really do anything to her, but wouldn't this make her even more uncomfortable?

But someone didn't know when to stop and ended up helping her during her breakdown.

For the first time, Lin Zhiyi felt the shame of such a thing. She covered her burning face and felt deeply ashamed in the laughter of Duanmu Qi.

Lin Zhiyi had never told her family that Duanmu Yue was not Duanmu Yue. Now that things had come to this, telling them would only make her father and brother worry.

Having been in southern Xinjiang for so long, Duanmu Qi had already made all the necessary arrangements, so why should she try to do it against others?

On the day of the Gu Festival, Lin Zhiyi attended in her best attire and performed the sacrificial dance that only happened once a year amid the rejoicing of the people in southern Xinjiang.

Duanmu Qi's gaze was always fixed on the flying person. His Zhizhi was really beautiful.

The movements of the sacrificial dance were not big and did not affect the fetus, so Lin Zhiyi completed it easily.

Not long after his death, he was taken to the bank of Qingjiang River by Duanmu Qi. The high priest was alone and surrounded by Zhu Fengjun. His father and third brother looked at Duanmu Qi with complicated expressions.

He was able to isolate the high priest in his old nest in southern Xinjiang and leave him helpless. Even though he had their cooperation, this man... was too cunning.

The Third Prince, Nanyu, looked at Duanmu Yue up and down with a puzzled look on his face, somewhat doubting whether this was the sick Duanmu Yue he knew!

The high priest seemed to have something to say, but Duanmu Qi didn't bring Lin Zhiyi here to talk. He just wanted her to see with her own eyes and feel relieved. Anything that would threaten her should not exist.

The raised hand was about to fall, and Zhu Fengjun's bow and arrow were also aimed at the high priest.

Just as everything was about to be settled, two figures came galloping over. Zhu Wu's brows were anxious, and he shouted loudly: "The prince is here, Zhu Fengjun, why don't you stop!"

Many soldiers stared with wide eyes. The pale-faced man who dismounted from his horse... was the prince!

So who is behind them?

The Third Prince Nanyu was shocked. Between the two Duanmu Yues, who was the fake one?

After all, the older you are, the shrewder you become. When he saw the second Duanmu Yue appear, he instantly understood the key and his first reaction was to pull his daughter back.

But Lin Zhiyi suddenly put her hand on her lower abdomen, and the King of Southern Xinjiang's face changed, and he froze in his tracks...

Zhu Fengjun couldn't figure out the truth, so he could only let Zhu Wu bring another Duanmu Yue to meet the high priest. The three of them were still surrounded.

The real Duanmu Yue had a pale face and dark red marks on his wrists from being tied up with chains for a long time. It seemed that he had suffered a lot during this period, but the fierce look on his face had not diminished at all.

He didn't look at anyone, just stared at Lin Zhiyi and asked, "You have a child?"

Lin Zhiyi said expressionlessly, "This has nothing to do with you, an imposter. Zhu Wu is a pawn planted by the High Priest in the hands of the Prince. He is also secretly communicating with the capital to capture the Prince in one fell swoop."

"My father has already ascertained the news about Yongzhou and will send troops back to Yongzhou with Zhu Fengjun to quell the enemy. Although I am the princess of Southern Xinjiang, I am also the consort of the King of Yue, and I am pregnant with the prince's flesh and blood. How could I not recognize my husband?"

"How dare you, a mere thief, be so presumptuous!"

Lin Zhiyi angrily took the bow and arrow from Zhu Fengjun's hand and aimed at Duanmu Yue.

The bow and arrow scraped across the long sleeves, and a red string seemed to be accidentally hanging...

"Swish" Without giving anyone a chance to say a second word, the long arrow pierced Duanmu Yue's shoulder, his body shook and he fell backwards.

He laughed loudly and said, "Everything I enjoy becomes my pain. This ending is not bad."

After leaving behind an abnormal remark, he fell into the Qingjiang River. The Third Prince Nanyu took a breath and immediately realized that it was right. This was Duanmu Yue!