As soon as Xiaoxiao wanted to get up, he pinned her down hard.

He raised her hands high, tied them with a thin thread, suppressed her twisting body, and stared into her eyes violently.

He knew that she had just turned fifteen, which was the age for a woman to have hair-length hair.

When a woman has hairpins, she can get married.

He had no intention of wanting her so early.

However, she brought all this on herself. She was the one who defied his authority without fear of death, and trampled his majesty under her feet without fear of death.

"Smelly man, if you dare to touch me, I will never let you go!"

Seeing the dangerous look in his eyes, Xiaoxiao suddenly felt a little scared.

Xuanyuan Che smiled disapprovingly, imitated her actions when teasing him just now, put his mouth next to her ear, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Really? You have the audacity to do so many things and then just want to leave.

Do you remember what I said? If I catch you, I will punish you, a daring little thing."

Seeing his hand restlessly reaching towards her, Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and said in a panic, "You are crazy, you are perverted, I am only fifteen years old!"

"Fifteen years old. A woman can already perform boudoir duties at the age of fifteen."

Xiaoxiao's face turned ugly.

In the twenty-first century, fifteen is not yet an adult.

But in ancient times, let alone fifteen, even thirteen-year-old women could get married and have children.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Oh no, Miss Ruoxue has been kidnapped!"

The guard ran into the palace in panic and knelt down outside the inner room.

Xuanyuan Che turned over from Xiaoxiao's body, looked back at her, and said coldly, "Don't try to escape. The thread tied to your hands is gold. The more you struggle, the tighter it will be!"

After saying that, he walked away.

"Someone actually dares to rob the prison. How brave!"

Xuanyuan Che slapped his hand heavily on the wall, so frightened that all the people kneeling on the ground could not stop trembling all over.

"Trash, you are all a bunch of trash. There are so many people, but you can't guard a woman. Come on, drag all these jailers out and chop them down. Since they are trash, what's the use of keeping them?"

"Your Majesty, please have mercy on me. Your Majesty, please have mercy on me..." The kneeling jailers were all trembling with tears streaming down their faces.
Chapter completed!