After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

While Pu Ran and Liu Yin were holding hands and living a peaceful life together, their third senior brother had already left in a carriage to pursue his career.

The carriage was unexpectedly plain, no different from any other carriage passing by on the street, but the person sitting inside looked like a banished immortal.

The silver-haired man sat upright, his back as straight as a green bamboo. He was wearing a pitch-black robe with a gold cloud pattern today. The high collar still covered his neck skin completely. His frosty eyelashes fell, and he was taking a long nap.

The car moved forward at an almost constant speed, with steady caution. The sound of horse hooves stepping on the ground was monotonous and boring.

The rising sun cast a few rays of wine-red light. The driver skillfully tightened the reins, and the horse stopped quietly.

There was a young man with a cold pale complexion standing by the roadside. His eyebrows and eyes were delicate but filled with a gloomy and hostile aura, which made his extraordinary beauty fade a little.

Song Zhao bowed to the stopped carriage and said respectfully, "My Lord."

"Come up."

After hearing the owner's permission from inside the car, Song Zhao lifted the door curtain and entered the small but elegant compartment.

Arrogantly lifted his eyelids and glanced at his pale and haggard appearance, and asked coldly: "How many times did she whip you?"

Song Zhao's breath stagnated, he lowered his head to hide the embarrassment on his face, and said in a muffled voice: "Nine whips."

That was a real leather whip. A single whip with a little force could tear the skin and flesh apart. After being whipped nine times, Song Zhao was almost dead.

Not only that, Pu Ran still has two more whips to give.

When he thought of this, his breathing became faster again, and the wounds on his body felt like they were burning with pain just by thinking of her face.

Arrogantly thought back to the girl's fair face last night, and her sweet and sincere praise of him as an immortal, and he could not connect her with an evil ghost wielding a whip.

The fingers hidden in the wide sleeves leisurely fiddled with the jade beads on his wrist. He leaned back against the wall, and his pair of gilded eyes closed leisurely again.

"Hate her?"

The wheels rolled over the ground, and the cries of vendors outside came and went. Song Zhao clenched his fists and struggled for a long time before he uttered a low, self-deprecating word: "I hate myself even more."

Hearing this, he laughed arrogantly and said in a tone that was almost cold: "Useless thing."

The air suddenly froze, the boy's finger bones were stretched to the point of turning white, and his body lines were trembling slightly.

He clenched his palms tightly, not daring to resist at all.

She looked down at him with arrogance and condescension, her half-covered pupils were an inorganic matte light, cold and terrifying: "Only the weak will whip the weaker."

The boy was scolded so hard that he didn't even have the courage to raise his head.

"You should vent your anger not to the common people who are struggling for a few pieces of silver, but to the person who brought you shame."

Arrogantly narrowed his eyes and said something lightly that made Song Zhao break out in a cold sweat.

"Kill the prince."

These four words were like thunderclaps from a clear sky, making Song Zhao dizzy and with tinnitus.

He used to be a favored child of heaven, but his tendons and veins were crippled by the Crown Prince, who was respected by everyone in Xuan Yue Kingdom.

It's not that I haven't thought about revenge, but he is the prince, and he still has the Song family on his shoulders...

Just as he was sweating profusely and filled with doubt, the arrogant aura of closing his eyes and resting, and the rudeness and contempt for the imperial power disappeared without a trace.

The silver-white hair fell softly behind him, and the quiet man seemed to have never said anything from beginning to end. If Song Zhao's blood was not still flowing faster due to fear, he would have suspected that everything he had just heard was just hallucination.

But he knew better than anyone that this couldn't be an auditory hallucination.

The person in front of him was Marquis Dingyuan, who held great power in the Xuanyue Kingdom.

He is a person who keeps his word and can get whatever he wants.

There was silence in the carriage as it drove forward towards the palace.

Song Zhaoru was on pins and needles. To be honest, he still couldn't understand why a big shot like Marquis Dingyuan would protect him. He was of no use at all.

……

The carriage entered the palace through the secret passage arranged by the prince, and the tall and elegant prince came personally to greet him.

The prince smiled warmly, but when he saw Song Zhao behind him, his eyes darkened, and then he continued to smile as if nothing had happened: "What is this?"

Arrogantly and casually, she tucked the loose hair behind her ears, her eyes calm, "By the way."

Although you made appointments with us in the morning and afternoon respectively, I kindly brought Song Zhao along. Are you happy?

I don’t know whether the prince is happy or not, but Song Zhao is quite happy anyway.

With Marquis Dingyuan around, the prince didn't dare to do anything to him.

"My Lord, you are kind-hearted."

The prince concealed the darkness in his eyes without making a sound, and smiled with his lips pursed, truly a gentleman as gentle as jade.

He personally made tea for Arrogant, and his friendly attitude made him the most benevolent candidate for the throne in the eyes of the people.

It is true that Crown Prince Xie Jinyan is both civil and military, diligent in his work and loves his people, so it is only a matter of time before he ascends the throne and becomes king, but that is not enough.

Because he has not yet obtained the support of Marquis Dingyuan. Only when Marquis Dingyuan truly shows his attitude and stands on his side, the last trace of risk will be eliminated, and the throne will be a foregone conclusion.

But unfortunately, this marquis was extremely arrogant. While everyone had been standing in line for most of the day, he was the only one who was calm and composed, walking back and forth among the princes, which made Xie Jinyan extremely anxious.

He seemed to look down on everyone and was as aloof and unpredictable as the clouds in the sky. All parties tried their best to please him and win him over, and the crown prince was no exception.

Now Xie Jinyan made the tea himself, and when he pushed it over, Ao Mang didn't even take it.

The silver-haired man lowered his eyes and glanced, like frost gathering on a branch: "New tea set?"

Xie Jinyan smiled and nodded: "Of course, the Marquis always asks for a new one every time he comes to this palace."

Arrogantly said in a dull tone: "How many times have you cleaned it?"

"Three times."

He lowered his eyes to look at the silver reflection in the cup, and his brows softened a little: "Not enough, wash it five times in the future and then pour tea for me."

To be honest, Xie Jinyan had wanted to kill him thousands of times in his heart, but he still had to smile and even pretend to be earnest when he said, "It was my fault for not considering it carefully."

Song Zhao stood aside with his head lowered, but in his heart he felt happy about the prince's humiliation.

Arrogantly put down the cup, looked at the bright sky outside the window, and stood up gracefully: "It's getting late."

Xie Jinyan: “?”

My Lord, the sun has just been up in the sky for a short time.

Arrogant: "I have been out for so long."

Xie Jinyan: “???”

Didn't you just arrive?

Arrogant: "I am a little tired today. Your Highness, please invite me to chat again tomorrow."

He truly showed Xie Jinyan what the arrogance that comes with having great power is.

You don't like me?

But you just can't get rid of me.

A unique person like me was born to be remembered for thousands of years.

The luxurious fabric brought with it a cool fragrance, and she nodded slightly at him arrogantly, and really walked away as if she was playing house. The whole process was elegant and smooth, with a kind of beauty that did not care about the lives of others.

Song Zhao bowed and retreated. Xie Jinyan's teeth were about to break, but his perfect expression management still allowed him to smile friendlyly: "You stay."

Song Zhao paused. Seeing that Pride had no instructions, he turned back humbly and said, "Yes."