Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

It shouldn’t be.

Concubine Qi's sister was very confused.

According to her sister and father's plan, the door should be closed only after she enters.

Make sure she spends the night with the prince.

Could it be that something unexpected happened?

She was a little worried, but she had no choice but to leave.

*

At this moment, in the East Palace, Mu Zhou looked at Qin Huai, whose clothes were half-undressed.

He was not a pampered prince who was served meticulously in every way.

During the period when the queen had just passed away, the emperor did not value him very much and even excluded and neglected him.

He fought hard in the military camp, fought on the battlefield, and gradually accumulated fame, and only then did he secure the position of crown prince.

The body exposed in front of Mu Zhou was covered with knife and sword wounds, as well as some unknown scars.

But even so, it couldn't hide his good figure with broad shoulders, narrow waist and strong chest muscles.

In fact, those scars made him even more charming.

However, Mu Zhou didn't have time to appreciate it for too long. The system could only make him unconscious temporarily, and he would wake up soon.

Without hesitation, she opened her collar a little, ruffled her hair, and threw away a small hairpin...

*

Qin Huai was unconscious, as if he was in a soft place.

He struggled to stay awake, but everything he touched was soft, forming a sharp contrast with the roughness of his palms.

He rubbed it subconsciously for a moment, and immediately a whimpering and gentle moan was heard.

The emerald-like voice penetrated his ears, and Qin Huai almost fainted.

But he soon realized that it was a woman's voice.

Qin Huai's heart sank, and he suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the woman under him with cold eyes.

The woman's face was as beautiful as a lotus, and she only applied a light layer of powder on her face. However, her rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes made her look even more charming.

Her clothes were disheveled, and her cherry-pink bellyband was mostly untied, revealing her inner beauty.

And he had one hand on her shoulder.

His heart skipped a beat, and he withdrew his hand as if he had been burned. Then his face turned cold.

"Who are you and who sent you?"

Mu Zhou raised his eyelids, tears slid down the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were soon soaked with tears.

"Your Highness, please let me go..."

She begged for mercy in a trembling voice.

I don’t know if it’s because the medicine in his body hasn’t been completely suppressed, or for some other reason, but Qin Huai’s breathing is completely disordered.

His Adam's apple moved inexplicably.

After realizing something was wrong with him, Qin Huai looked away in embarrassment, only to find that his clothes were gone.

At this moment, he was pressing on the woman, holding her firmly under him. The two of them were entangled together, extremely ambiguous.

He quickly stood up and pulled the long gown not far away and put it on.

The woman also propped herself up and sat up, huddled in a corner clutching her torn clothes, crying silently.

Qin Huai's eyes were grim as he recalled what had happened before.

After he found out that he had been attacked, he closed the acupuncture points and used his energy to suppress the heat. Then he heard a sound coming from the door.

He knew that it must be the person who drugged her, so he stepped forward and subdued him.

But he couldn't remember what happened afterwards.

Recalling the scene just now, Qin Huai's expression became stern.

Could it be that after coming into contact with that woman, he lost consciousness and then...

Qin Huai's calm expression almost cracked.

He clenched his fists and glanced at Mu Zhou with sharp eyes.

I saw the slender girl wearing the clothes of a palace maid, her body trembling uncontrollably.

There was a trace of tears in those almond-shaped eyes, hanging on the eyelashes, about to fall away.

She curled herself up, revealing only half of her face. She looked frightened, but also secretly embarrassed.

Qin Huai said in a deep voice:

"Answer me, who are you?"

Mu Zhou seemed to be suddenly awakened, and only then did he remember to salute:

"I am a maid in Xiangyun Palace. I was ordered by Concubine Shu to bring pear soup to His Highness. But when I arrived at the Eastern Palace, I found that all the eunuchs and maids were gone, and the gate was locked, so I couldn't leave. And..."

Mu Zhou didn't say anything else. He just knelt down with his head resting on the back of his hands, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Qin Huai knew what happened next.

He glanced at Mu Zhou coldly, wondering if he believed it.

But when he heard her words, Qin Huai suddenly remembered the sobs that this voice made when he was unconscious.

The soft sobs for mercy seemed to still linger in his mind.

Qin Huai gritted his teeth slightly, maintaining a stern expression:

"If this matter has nothing to do with you, I will compensate you and give you justice."

If she deceived herself...

Qin Huai narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Mu Zhou felt Qin Huai's favorability fluctuate back and forth, sometimes rising and sometimes falling to the bottom. She curled her lips slightly, but her face was full of gratitude and thanks:

"Thank you, Your Highness."

She frowned slightly and stood up with an expression as if she was trying to endure the pain.

Seeing this, Qin Huai actually felt a strange sense of guilt.

I think it was because he was demented that he didn't use enough force to hit her, causing her to suffer a lot.

He pulled off his coat and put it on, saying to her:

"You wait here."

After saying that, he pushed the door and left.

After a while, there was a knock on the door. It was an unfamiliar little palace maid.

The other party sent a brand new set of clothes in the style of a palace maid.

After thanking him, Mu Zhou put on his clothes, tidied himself up, and left the East Palace quietly.

After returning to Xiangyun Palace, she concealed her last trace of uneasiness and panic and returned to normal.

She naturally knew that Qin Huai would soon find out everything.

But before Qin Huai could find out the truth, the emperor came to Xiangyun Hall the next day.

At this time, Shu Fei was still taking a nap.

Mu Zhou was about to call Shu Fei, but heard the emperor say:

"No need to call my beloved concubine."

Mu Zhou paused and could only follow him into the hall and serve him tea.

Unexpectedly, when she approached the emperor, she felt a strange sharp pain in her knee, and she accidentally spilled tea on the emperor's dragon robe.

Everyone in the room knelt down instantly, and Mu Zhou was no exception.

"Your Majesty, please spare my life. This slave did not do it on purpose. This slave deserves death."

Mu Zhou's heart was lifted.

Just now, someone must have hit her knee with something, causing her to lose control and almost fall.

But the emperor is surrounded by experts, and no one else can get close to him.

Therefore, this person is most likely the emperor's man.

Sure enough, the emperor's hoarse voice sounded faintly:

"You really deserve to die."

Mu Zhou was stunned, and the next moment, her chin was pinched.

A powerful and intimidating aura comes over you.

She was forced to raise her head and look at the emperor.

A pair of almond-shaped eyes were filled with panic and helplessness.

Qin Moyao glanced at her face with interest, stroking her pointed chin with his fingertips.

His eyes were very similar to Qin Huai's, yet not quite the same.

They all have slightly upturned, beautifully shaped phoenix eyes.

But Qin Huai is cold and indifferent, while he is cruel and unpredictable.

Qin Moyao exerted a little force on his hands, and Mu Zhou immediately frowned, as if he was about to be unable to bear it.

Then, Qin Moyao glanced at her buttoned collar.

There was a faint hint of purple on the slender neck.

A sinister glint flashed in his eyes, and his hand slid down to her neck, pinching it lightly.

The slender neck seemed like it would break with the slightest force.

The purple mark almost overlapped with his big hand.

Qin Moyao narrowed his dark eyes and leaned in front of her.