The beginning of the escape: the villain, the husband, is a yandere

The steward seemed to have remembered his master's instructions. He left two cars containing silver coins and ran to the little girl: "The master said that the distinguished guests can enter the inner courtyard directly without announcing their arrival!"

The pretty girl Lan Ling glanced at the driver who was bringing the silver coins.

The manager immediately understood: "You guys go back first, I will look at the account book later!"

"Yes!" Seeing this posture, the coachmen couldn't be offended, so they all quickly disappeared in front of Prince Yan's Mansion.

The water in the palace is deep, and it is not something that little shrimps like them can covet.

There were only guards around. Lan Ling jumped off the carriage first and stretched out his hand: "Miss, be careful..."

At this time, a slender white jade hand slowly stretched out and placed it on Lan Ling's hand.

Under the moonlight, Ling Xin felt that those hands were too beautiful.

Ordinary ladies may not be able to develop such a pair of exquisite jade hands.

I have some expectations for the owner of these hands.

There is no way, she has no resistance to beautiful things.

The pearl curtain opened, and a black cloak came into view first.

The woman's movements were gentle and gentle, and even her movements when getting off the carriage were elegant.

After standing still, he straightened his clothes first.

Everyone was stunned, including the manager.

This woman is so elegant that everyone becomes vulgar in front of her.

Even though she was wearing a veil, the cloak and hat covered most of her face.

"Ahem..." Lan Ling coughed slightly as a reminder, and the manager hurriedly led the way.

Compared to usual times, every prince and prince who comes here is more cautious.

Lan Ling was satisfied with their performance and arrogantly helped her young lady go inside.

This cloaked woman even walks with a leisurely and noble air, and every step she takes is dignified with status.

Ling Xin felt itchy.

This was definitely a beauty, and she was so curious about what she looked like.

She couldn't see it, and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to sleep.

So...she sneaked into Prince Yan's Mansion again in a grand manner.

King Yan's guard: "..." When they don't exist?

The first time is familiar, the second time is familiar, it is easier for Ling Xin to enter this time.

He followed directly to King Yan's inner courtyard.

tsk tsk!

Ling Xin knew that in ancient times, outsiders were not allowed to enter the inner courtyard.

But...these two people actually met in the inner courtyard?

Hey!

Are there any melons to eat?

Hurry up and prepare some soda seeds!

It's a pity...Ling Xin can't get too close.

Black Shadow C dispatched many people to guard the inner courtyard very closely.

The most she could do was watch the situation on the other side of the wall.

The woman who entered the inner courtyard took off her hat.

Damn it, damn it, she took it off!

Ling Xin felt excited, and her little eyes shone with anticipation.

After the woman took off her cloak and hat, she slowly sat down opposite King Yan: "What happened to His Majesty the King of Hell?"

She's quite perceptive.

From King Yan's inadvertent revelation, we can guess that he may have encountered something bad.

Ling Xin was a little disappointed.

Not only was the woman well dressed, her back was turned to her, so she couldn't see anything.

"It doesn't matter!" King Yan tried his best to hide it, and his face returned to his usual carefree and unrestrained look: "Miss Qingcheng has come a long way, I wonder if the journey is smooth?"

"It's okay!" Qingqing said with a little helplessness and sentimentality: "It's just that along the way, I saw too many people displaced, and I felt a little sad. The world should not be like this..."

Seeing that her young lady was sad again, Lan Ling quickly advised her: "Miss, you are not in good health, don't be sad anymore!"

"Everyone knows that the loving girl Bodhisattva has a kind heart. I can't blame you. If I am to blame, it's the current saint who is ignorant and ignorant and only knows how to have fun." King Yan was indignant.

Qingqing looked back at Lan Ling.

Ling Xin still couldn't see her face, because Lan Ling covered most of it, and the rest was still wearing a veil.

Lan Ling walked out of the house, closed the door tightly, and evacuated all the guards to guard ten meters away.

Ling Xin's ears were very good, so she heard all the previous words, but the important part behind them was said by both of them through their ears.

But...this enamored girl is definitely not simple. Even a high-ranking person like King Yan feels like he is fawning over her?

Who is she?

With a lot of questions, she left Prince Yan's Mansion.

Shortly after she left, King Yan ordered someone to prepare a fine banquet for the beloved girl.

The manager wiped the sweat from his head and reported in a low voice: "The master is in trouble, the kitchen has been stolen!"

King Yan: "..." What kind of thief is this?Even the kitchen?

"Go buy it quickly!"

"All the money has been stolen too!" The manager was afraid that King Yan would get angry and slap him to death, so he didn't dare to speak loudly.

King Yan: "...didn't they bring two carts not long ago?"

This Ling Xin must thank that Qingqing girl.

She and Lan Ling attracted attention from the moment they appeared, earning the admiration of the guards.

It was at that time that Ling Xin walked away with two carts of warm money.

Before leaving Prince Yan's Mansion, he did not forget to go to the kitchen and collect all the delicacies for the feast.

King Yan is really angry, but with the Qingqing girl, he must not let his flaws be seen.

If she knew that his Prince Yan's palace had been stolen, the cooperation would probably be terminated.

"Go to the side yard..." Before he could finish his words, he saw the manager's expression: "Don't tell me, the side yard has also been stolen!"

Not long ago, he had checked it, and everything inside was still there.

The manager knelt down and said, "Master, I have sent everyone to track down the thief."

King Yan: "..." This thief is too rampant!

Where does he think Prince Yan's Mansion is?

"So many things have been moved away. It was definitely not done by one person. If we arrest and interrogate all the teams of more than ten people in the city, we can always get some clues!" He said with a chill.

He quickly added: "Immediately go to various stores to collect, and be sure to take care of the Qingqing girl tonight!"

What kind of bad luck did he have in eight lifetimes?

When those thieves are caught, they not only have to be cut into pieces, but also have to be tombed, then whipped to death, and finally hanged on the city wall, and then killed by wild dogs...

Ling Xin didn't expect that the harvest from this trip would be so rich.

Can she lie down now?

She was so happy, but in the upper room of the inn, several dog thieves looked confused.

They had obviously made inquiries and confirmed with the waiter, the shopkeeper, that after the family entered the inn with their dog, they did not go out.

But... what about people?

Bedding and everything else are spread out, that’s right here, but where are the people?

"They didn't hear any news and have already escaped, right?" That should be true.

"But...if a big family like them escapes, there's no way the shopkeeper and the waiter won't know about it! Even if it's hidden from them and there are patrols, where can they escape to?"

"Xie Men, let's get out of here quickly!" Some people felt a dark wind blowing, and the more they thought about it, the more frightened they became.

Several people had no choice but to exit the room and planned to go back to recover.

Ling Xin then returned to the room and found that the door bolt had been tampered with, so she quickly took the family out.

Lin Ziyuan wanted to say something, so she made a silent gesture and opened the door.

The moment the door opened, the smell of blood came out.

Then he saw four corpses of officers lying in the dark corridor.