Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

Streams of warmth flowed into her body through the thin layer of clothes, like a comfortable hot spring, carefully warming her fragile heart. With the continuous input of internal energy, Lan Qian's slightly frowned brows gradually relaxed.

"Princess, are you feeling better?"

Mo Chen held her with one hand, letting her lean on him, and placed his other hand over the girl's chest, carefully controlling the speed of the transmission of his internal force. His internal force was too overbearing for the girl, so he could only transmit it to her bit by bit, slowly and gently.

"I feel much better," Lan Qian gently covered his hand, her voice soft, "It's okay, Mo Chen, I'm back to normal."

The soft palm covered the back of his hand, and the force that was usually almost negligible, at this moment, made the big hand, which was already very close to the girl, move slightly downward, and the fingertips touched the girl.

His hands suddenly stiffened.

After realizing what was happening, he immediately moved away.

"Princess, your subordinate..."

He had overstepped his bounds and offended her.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Lan Qian looked puzzled, as if she didn't understand why he was so hesitant, and said, "Mo Chen, your method is very useful. I don't want to take medicine in the future. I just want you... Okay?"

As long as he...

Mo Chen's heart trembled slightly.

He lowered his eyes to hide the uncontrollable emotions in his eyes.

"Yes, I will take your orders."

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At the palace banquet, as the most favored princess, Lan Qian's seat was arranged in the first position on the right below the dragon throne. Even the seats of several princes were behind her. Opposite her was Prince Ning who had just returned to Beijing.

"This is Xiaojiu, right?"

Prince Ning seemed to be a serious person. Perhaps because he had always kept a low profile, he had a calm aura. At this moment, he looked at Lan Qian and smiled, "I haven't seen Xiaojiu for ten years. I didn't expect that she has grown so big."

Lan Qian raised her eyebrows slightly and spoke softly:

"Uncle is well."

The last time Prince Ning returned to Beijing was ten years ago. Coincidentally, the assassination attempt that left the original owner with a heart disease also happened ten years ago, on the day Prince Ning returned to his fiefdom.

Prince Ning's gaze stayed on Lan Qian for a moment, and then slowly turned to the other princes and princesses, as if with the care and scrutiny of an elder towards the younger. Finally, he looked up at Emperor Yan.

"My brother is so lucky. Each of the princes is a rare talent. Our Great Yan Dynasty has a successor. However, the position of the crown prince is vacant now. I wonder when my brother is going to appoint a crown prince?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall seemed to change.

The ministers held their breath, all wanting to hear the emperor's thoughts.

The expressions of the several princes were different. The expressions of the eldest prince and the fourth prince did not change much. There was no change on the face of the third prince either, but he held the wine glass a little harder.

Emperor Yan laughed twice, glanced at the princes below, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes, and said: "After all, they are still young and lack experience."

Then he looked at Lan Qian with a loving gaze.

"Xiao Jiu is still the one I like the most."

Emperor Yan's words made many people feel relieved, especially the Third Prince. His father's words today meant that he had not yet decided on the candidate for the Crown Prince. They still had a chance, but...

He glanced at Lan Qian inconspicuously.

It seems that Xiaojiu's status in his father's heart is higher than he imagined.

Lan Qian just listened to Emperor Yan's words without making any reaction. In her opinion, such words were just politeness. Or perhaps they were not even politeness, because there was not much sincerity in Emperor Yan's seemingly loving eyes.

She couldn't help but doubt whether the original owner, the so-called most favored princess, was really worthy of the title.

Or maybe it's just that people in the royal family are just like this.

Seeing that Emperor Yan avoided the question, Prince Ning did not continue to ask. He seemed to be just asking casually and was not very concerned about the issue of opposing the Crown Prince. He talked about other things with Emperor Yan.

The singing and dancing continued, and the ministers below talked to each other.

The dinner party returned to its harmonious atmosphere.

Suddenly, the eyes of the dancers changed, and swords appeared in their hands, stabbing towards Emperor Yan and Prince Ning.

"There are assassins escorting you!"

"Someone come and protect me!"

"what--"

The hall suddenly became chaotic. The sounds of palace servants running and screaming, and the clashing of swords when guards fought with assassins turned a peaceful palace banquet into chaos.

"Princess."

Mo Chen immediately protected Lan Qian. He looked at the assassins disguised as dancers and found that their targets seemed to be only the emperor and Prince Ning, but he did not dare to be careless.

The Royal Guards have arrived and are fighting with the assassin.

Those assassins were quite capable. Even when surrounded by so many royal guards, they were able to fight back and forth with them.

Lan Qian glanced at the two fighting parties with a calm expression. There was nothing new in the ancient dimension. It was another assassination, but no one knew who arranged it this time.