Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

As soon as Lan Qian entered the new world, she heard the hurried and anxious voice of the little girl in her mind: [Host, there seems to be a problem with my program... I will pass the plot to this world first... I am afraid...]

The little dumpling's voice was intermittent.

It's like it's stuck.

"Duango?"

"How are you doing?"

Lan Qian tried to contact it, but only heard a crackling sound.

At the same time, a plot came to her mind.

Dayan Dynasty.

The heroine is the daughter of the current general. She has loved the Third Prince since she was a child. When she grew up, she married him as she wished. After that, she did her best to help him ascend the throne. It was thought that from then on, she and the Third Prince would become a harmonious emperor and empress.

However, after the third prince ascended the throne, she was banished to the cold palace and sentenced to death by drinking a cup of poisoned wine. The general's family was also exterminated on the charge of treason.

When she opened her eyes again, she was reborn.

Reborn before she married the third prince.

There is still time for everything. This time, she must protect the general's mansion and never repeat the mistakes of her previous life.

Next…

Gone.

Perhaps because Xiaotuanzi's program was damaged, the plot that was transmitted ended here.

"Duango?"

Lan Qian tried to contact it again.

Although I could sense that it was still there, there was no response, as if the little ball had fallen into hibernation.

Fortunately, its life is not in danger.

I can only wait until I complete the mission in this world and then go back to this space to have a look.

"Your Highness, Ninth Princess," a maidservant outside the door said respectfully, "The fifty lashes have been administered. Do you want to continue?"

Hearing the voice, Lan Qian opened her eyes.

He looked around.

Palace, ancient.

Combined with the way the maid outside the door addressed her, it was easy to guess the original owner's identity. At this moment, she was taking a nap on the chaise longue. Lan Qian lowered her eyes slightly and sorted out the original owner's memories in her mind.

The original owner was the ninth princess, the most favored one in Yan State.

Her mother died early, and her father doted on her to the utmost, even more than all the other princes and princesses. However, this also made her develop a spoiled, willful and capricious character.

Two months ago, the original owner came of age.

Members of the royal family are all protected by secret guards. The original owner had mentioned to Emperor Yan earlier that she wanted the most outstanding secret guard as a gift when she came of age. As everyone knew, as the most favored little princess of the Great Yan Dynasty, how could Emperor Yan not agree to her request?

On the day of her coming of age, the most outstanding secret guard in the secret guard camp was given to her.

But although the secret guard was outstanding, he was too cold.

It seemed like nothing could get him upset.

The original owner was spoiled, she couldn't bear to see the secret guard's expressionless face, and insisted that he show some other expression on his face.

So she gave the secret guard a lot of difficult problems, but the secret guard was able to complete each of them very well. The original owner didn't believe it and deliberately made things difficult for him, and then deliberately found fault to punish him.

This time, he had clearly bought the cakes a quarter of an hour earlier than the stipulated time, but the original owner still complained that he came back too late and that the cakes tasted too bad, so he ordered his men to whip him fifty times.

"Nine...Nine Princesses?"

Seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, the maid outside the door thought she was angry, and quickly knelt on the ground, trembling with fear: "Princess Nine, please spare my life. I didn't mean to disturb your rest. Please forgive me this time."

At the bottom of the steps, a secret guard in black was kneeling in front of the palace. The young man had a slender figure, his three thousand raven hair was tied up high, and a simple belt was wrapped around his waist, outlining his perfect figure. Although he was a secret guard, this man was extremely outstanding in both figure and appearance.

But at this moment, the man's black clothes were wet and stuck to his body.

I don't know if there is blood on it.

From beginning to end, there was no expression on the young man's face.

Still looking cold.

Inside the hall, Lan Qian seemed to sense something and looked outside through the closed door curtain.

She stood up from the chaise longue and walked out.

Seeing her come out, the maids at the door hurriedly lowered their heads.

"Princess...princess."

As soon as Lan Qian came out, her eyes fell on the man kneeling at the bottom of the stairs. The air was still filled with a strong smell of blood, and the whip that was used to beat him was still slowly dripping blood.

"How much did he get beaten?"

Lan Qian's voice seemed to float in nothingness.

There was no emotion at all.

"Five...fifty lashes."

The maid answered tremblingly, not daring to look up.

Lan Qian quickly ran to the young man, half squatting, her eyes fell on the black clothes soaked with blood, then slowly moved to the perfect but cold face, and reached out her hand to touch him.

But before her hand touched him, the man suddenly raised his head.

The cold and ruthless black eyes stared at her. There seemed to be no emotion in those eyes, but there seemed to be an endless darkness hidden in them. If an ordinary person met that gaze, they would definitely be terrified.

But how could Lan Qian be afraid of him?

Her hand continued to move forward, and when it was about to touch his face, the man tilted his head and said in a cold voice: "If the princess is satisfied, I will take my leave first."

Lan Qian's eyes narrowed slightly.

The slender white fingers paused, then slowly withdrew.

"Okay, you go back."

The man didn't look at her and stood up with some difficulty.

Lan Qian wanted to support him, but when she met those cold eyes, her hand paused.

He didn't want her to help him.

The man's back was covered in blood. The blood that had not yet coagulated melted into his black clothes, making it impossible to see any signs of injury. His body was straight, and he walked out slowly, step by step.

Lan Qian watched him leave.

After his back disappeared, he spoke to the guard beside him: "Ask the imperial physician for him and use the best medicine."

The guard was stunned when he heard this.

"Princess, this..."

The Ninth Princess was not being sarcastic, was she? After all, not getting a few more lashes was already considered good, so how could she possibly ask the imperial physician for the Mo Anwei?

As he was pondering, he suddenly heard the princess' voice become a few degrees colder.

"Why, you don't understand?"

"Yes, yes, I'll go right away!"

The guard responded hurriedly and went to call the imperial physician immediately.

Lan Qian looked at the direction Mo Chen left again, stood in the yard for a while, and then turned back to the palace.