The prince disliked her, and the legitimate daughter was reborn and married to the regent

Yun Nian, who was being missed by everyone, was still very relaxed at the moment. Although the blood draw made her body a little weaker, Song Yanga did not do much else.

Maybe it was because of Fuqiu, Yun Nian thought, shaking her head and looking at the things on the shelf beside her.

Everything in the Zhaixing Tower looked a bit strange, with gadgets everywhere whose uses were unclear. Some looked cute, while others looked downright terrifying.

In addition to the gadgets, there were also some books written in Koruo's language. Yun Nian was not familiar with this language and did not know what was written on it.

But I think the things that could be collected by Song Yanga are probably not normal things.

She looked through the rows with great interest and stopped at a blue book.

"Collograph? But the handwriting seems familiar?"

She stood on tiptoe to get it, but the book was too high. Yun Nian had to jump a few times before her fingers could barely touch the bottom edge of the book.

"Hey!"

She jumped hard and finally pulled the book out, but she also took a few steps back because she didn't stand firmly and bumped into the shelf behind her.

"Clang!"

The shelf shook, and a crisp sound came from above her head. Something fell, hit her head, and then jumped into her hand.

"Ok?"

Yun Nian stretched out his hand and grasped it. It felt soft and bouncy, round in shape.

When she loosened her grip, she closed her mouth tightly and screamed silently and threw it out.

The little ball rolled and rolled until it landed at the feet of the person who came.

"So Miss Yun is very interested in my collection? That's great."

Song Yanga picked up the eyeball on the ground, threw it into the air, and looked at the frightened Yun Nian with a smile on his face.

"As long as you are willing to give me your eyes, I can replace them with different ones for you. Do you like red or blue? Oh, by the way, I have a lot of green ones here."

He suddenly grabbed the flying eyeball, held it tightly in his hand, and said playfully,

"How is it? Isn't it a good deal? Don't worry about my skills. I have changed many times. Although only one out of a hundred people survived to this day."

"Thank you, but that's not necessary. I still think my own eyes are beautiful."

Yun Nian flatly refused. Are you kidding? Only one out of a hundred people survived. Even among the barefoot doctors, this guy is the most unreliable quack, right?

She patted her sleeves and stood up. The blue book in her hand naturally appeared in Song Yanga's eyes.

I don’t know if it was Yun Nian’s illusion, but when he saw this book, the silver-haired man’s expression seemed to change subtly, and then he took a few steps forward.

"I heard that Prime Minister Yun's beloved daughter is not good at reading, but she can recognize Ke Luo's writing?"

"Oh, I'm afraid what you heard was the words 'unlearned and unskilled'? No need to be so euphemistic. As for Colvin, I'm not familiar with him. I was just taking a look."

Yun Nian said expressionlessly, if her affairs had not been reported to Ke Luo, then the Imperial Master in front of her was paying too much attention to her.

She originally wanted to wait a few days and take the book to ask Fuqiu, but unfortunately, Song Yanga did not give her such an opportunity.

"If you don't understand, then don't read it. You better stay here obediently. When I get what I want, I will let you go."

The book in her hand was taken away by Song Yanga and put into his arms. There was an unquestionable look in his dark pupils.

Yun Nian didn't care, he just shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the cushion.

"If you don't want to look, then don't look. By the way, where's Bai Ju? He's my man. And Ning Sinian, if you let me handle this guy, I can let you take more blood."

After her past memories came back, Yun Nian discovered that she didn't seem to have a comprehensive understanding of the events of her previous life. How could the person who loved her become completely different because of another person? Pain is inevitable, but is everything she saw necessarily true?

She wanted to find out the reason, whether it was the separation of souls, rebirth, or strange poison, everything pointed to Ke Luo, so she came here, to such a dangerous place,

However, as the national teacher, Song Yanga has more power than imagined, and with the relationship with Fuqiu, the other party dare not hurt her easily. As long as the cause of everything can be found, then what does it matter if a little blood is lost?

Her tone was natural, not like a woman who was controlled by others. Instead, Song Yanga was at a disadvantage.

"You mean the skinny guy? Don't worry, he won't die. As for the other shameless guy?"

Song Yanga frowned as if he had thought of something difficult.

"That guy is full of lies and foul-mouthed. I sent him to the snake cave. Well...if he is still alive, I will have someone bring him to you."

Ning Sinian probably never thought that the person he thought was his savior was the one who really wanted to kill him.

The corner of Yun Nian's mouth twitched, feeling a little helpless.

The Imperial Master used a thin needle to draw a small bowl of blood. If Yun Nian hadn't raised his hand and pressed on the wound, he would have wanted to continue drawing blood.

Seeing this, Song Yanga could only give up with some regret, and then left with blood.

Only the pale Yun Nian was left, she collapsed on the cushion with no strength left, the red spot on her wrist was still bleeding, her fingers resting loosely on it,

"Click~"

The door on the other side was gently pushed open. Yun Nian felt that her body was lifted up and moved to the soft bed. Then, a liquid with a bitter medicinal taste was brought to her lips.

"Ah!"

Yun Nian raised her eyes, and the shadow gradually became clear. The person who tried to feed her the medicine was a woman who looked a little older. Seeing that she refused to drink, she opened her mouth anxiously and let out two "ah" sounds, revealing a broken tongue.

It seems that she is different from the guy who pretended to be mute in Feiyu Tower before. This guy really can't speak.

"Ah!"

"Song Yanga asked you to come?"

She asked softly, her voice so low that she could hardly hear it.

The woman shook her head first, then nodded. Yun Nian thought about it and asked tentatively,

"Fuqiu asked you to come. Did Song Yanga agree?"

The woman in front of him nodded vigorously, and Yun Nian drank it. As expected, it is unreliable to expect a man to feel sorry for you. Fuqiu knows how to be considerate of her.

Yun Nian cursed a few words in a daze and then fell into a deep sleep. Naturally, he did not see the expression of fear and confusion on the mute girl's face.