Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

Another day passed.

Mo Chen was attending the morning court while Lan Qian was half-lying leisurely on the chaise longue in the bedroom. To kill time, she found a book about this dynasty and read it slowly.

Suddenly, a pair of light footsteps entered the hall.

Lan Qian's hand that was turning the page paused for a moment, then continued turning the pages.

Seemingly unaware.

After a while, a strange palace maid came in, bowed in front of her and said, "This servant greets Miss Lan."

Lan Qian didn't look at her and continued flipping through the book.

The maid looked around and made sure that no one was watching in secret, then she lowered her voice and said, "Miss Lan, this is from Prince Li."

She quietly took out a small porcelain bottle.

"The prince said that you only need to put it in tea every day."

Hearing this, Lan Qian's gaze finally moved away from the book. He glanced at her casually, and his eyes fell on the porcelain vase.

After so many days, the male protagonist began to take action.

"let it go."

She spoke calmly.

His eyes returned to the book in his hand.

"This..." The maid didn't expect Lan Qian to be so cold. She put the porcelain bottle on the table beside her, hesitated for a moment and said, "The prince asked me to tell you not to forget the purpose of entering the palace this time."

After waiting for a while, the person opposite did not speak again. The maid bravely looked up, but suddenly heard an indifferent voice.

"Still not leaving?"

Obviously the woman on the chaise longue did not move, and the words she spoke were emotionless, but at this moment the palace maid felt an unreasonable pressure from the bottom of her heart.

She said quickly:

"Yes, the slaves retire."

When the palace maid left the bedroom, Lan Qian had just finished reading a page of the book. She slowly turned the page and continued reading, gently bending her slender white fingers and tapping them twice on the table, neither lightly nor heavily.

The next moment, a black-clad secret guard appeared silently.

"Put him in jail and don't alert anyone."

"Yes."

……

When Mo Chen came back from court, Lan Qian had not finished reading the book yet. His eyes first fell on the girl who was reading seriously on the chaise longue, and then he saw the porcelain vase on the table.

"This is?"

He picked it up casually.

Lan Qian put down the book in her hand, and a cunning flashed across her beautiful eyes: "It's used to deal with you. Guess who sent it?"

There is almost no need to guess the answer to this question. The girl had already confessed to him that she was sent to him by King Li. Now the girl has successfully come to his side. This thing appeared at this time, and the person behind it is obvious.

"King Li."

Mo Chen sat on the chaise longue and reached out to hold her hand.

"so smart."

Lan Qian stood up with his help, her arms gently around his neck, and habitually found a comfortable position in his arms, then took the porcelain bottle from his hand and played with it.

"How about we give him a gift in return?"

"There should be someone from your family in the palace, right?"

"Qianqian is indeed thoughtful," Mo Chen gently embraced the girl in his arms and smiled warmly, "Do whatever you want."

Hearing this, Lan Qian's eyes turned slightly.

"What if I go too far?"

"As long as I'm here, Qianqian can do anything."

"Mo Chen, how can you be so nice~" Lan Qian looked at him, her beautiful eyes shimmering, "What if someone calls you a tyrant?"

"Qianqian, have you forgotten?" The young emperor suddenly placed the girl on the chaise longue, leaned over slightly, and a faint smile flashed across his deep eyes. "I am a tyrant, and no one dares to scold me."

Anyone who dared to scold him would die.

"Tyrant..."

Lan Qian was enveloped by him. She reached out to curl his hair, but he held her hand gently and then pinned her to the chaise longue. Although his movements were gentle, Lan Qian could not escape from his hands.

After playing for a while, her hands got tired.

She glanced at him angrily.

"What if I scold you?"

"Qianqian's words..." The young emperor paused deliberately, his lips curved up, and there seemed to be some meaningful flash in his eyes as he looked at her, "You can scold me, but... there will be punishment."

"Hmph, tyrant."

Just thinking about how to punish her.

Looking at the girl's unintimidating glare at him, Mo Chen laughed and gently scratched the tip of her nose.

"I am a tyrant, so what is Qianqian?"

What is it…

Lan Qian thought about her true identity.

"What if... I'm a demon?"

"Qianqian wants to be a demon queen?" Mo Chen thought she was joking and followed her words, "Tyrant and demon queen, Qianqian and I are indeed a perfect match, but does Qianqian know how to be a demon queen?"

"How?"

Lan Qian looked into his teasing eyes and heard the tone of his words...she felt that he actually hoped that she would become a demon queen.

There seemed to be a hint of deep meaning in Mo Chen's eyes.

He slowly leaned down and whispered close to her ear.

The slightly hoarse voice is deep and seductive.

"On the day of our wedding, I will come and teach Qianqian."