Lan Ying suddenly felt that she was not different from Du Juan. As long as Sakiko had a murderous idea, she could kill herself silently, and then buried her in a deserted place like Du Juan, no one knew. Even if her uncle told the emperor that she had such a niece serving in the palace, ten years have passed, and the palace has changed so many things and people have changed. It is difficult to find out the past of a palace maid. After Sakiko was concealed, as long as she simply forged the illusion that she had died of illness in ten years, everything would sink into the sea and could not be traced.

Thinking of this, Lan Ying felt deeply frightened and her whole body was covered with chills.

Now looking at Youmeng and Su Zhi hugging each other on the swing, they are becoming more and more intimate and deeper in their relationship. Faced with this enviable love between others, Lan Ying is heartbroken.

What to do...I want to be a bad guy again.

I feel really hard. After all, it’s like destroying people’s feelings. If Youmeng knows it, she can’t forgive herself.

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Outside the Qi Mansion Gate, a couple got off the carriage. The old butler Qi Tailai personally welcomed them and led them into the door: "Please, please."

At this time, the confidant Qi Lin walked into the room and reported to the man sitting upright in the main seat: "Master Qi, my subordinates will send the person safely."

The man raised his deep eyebrows and within a moment, the old butler led the couple in.

He looked at them with a brilliant look. Both of them were dressed in plain clothes. The man was about thirty-seven or eight years old, with a stunning body, a handsome and handsome man in his forties. The woman was a perfect age and a suitable temperament. She was a beautiful young woman with a bright and wise look. Even with such a simple appearance, she could not hide her beauty and charm.

Those calm and cold eyes could already make him determine that the middle-aged man in front of him was indeed Shangguan Xiaowu, the Grand Marshal of the previous dynasty. He was his wife Murong Zihan, who always held his arm and snuggled him tightly.

Shangguan Xiaowu was also looking at the young man on the throne, knowing that he was the lord of the mansion.

The master cleared his voice and broke the silence, spread his hands and invited him: "Two guests, please invite him to the seat."

Shangguan Xiaowu took his wife to the seat next to him. The maids consciously stepped forward, poured tea for them and placed pastries.

"I think you must be full of doubts, I don't know where to ask?" said the main man.

Shangguan Xiaowu raised his eyes to meet him and saw the man wearing a brocade dress embroidered with a black background, wearing a low-key but self-extraordinary appearance.

He said calmly: "Introduce me to introduce myself. My surname is Qi, and my single name is "Miao".

Shangguan Xiaowu's eyebrows were slightly slight: "King Sun Qi?"

Qi Miao smiled indifferently, and a hint of coldness appeared between her eyebrows: "The prince is just a nickname on the road, but I am actually a businessman."

Shangguan Xiaowu couldn't let go of his guard. Although he was facing a young man in his early twenties, he was not a simple and mediocre person from his face: his handsome and handsome eyebrows were as thick as ink. His eyes were deep and bright. His high nose bridge was born with a proud and a cold lips that didn't like to laugh. Such profound facial features were embedded in the angular face, and combined with wheat-colored skin, his complexion looked gloomy and unfathomable. His power must not be underestimated.

"Although we and my wife have been away in recent years, we can occasionally hear some news about the capital, so we have heard a little." Shangguan Xiaowu glanced calmly and said, "The Qi family in Luoyang is rich enough to rival a country."
Chapter completed!