Female Master: The Cold Prince

Bei Luoxuan, who was always paying attention to the other person's expression, saw the emotion in his eyes and felt slightly relieved and very happy at the same time.

"Do you like it? This pair of jade articles is called Yu Linglong. If you hang it in the bedroom, it will make a pleasant sound when it encounters the wind. It can also symbolize the harmony and deep love between husband and wife after our marriage."

In order to make this person smile, she spent a lot of time and effort looking for Yu Linglong, and it turned out to be worth it.

Even though the man didn't raise his lips, she could see from his eyes that he liked the pair of jade pieces.

It would have been better if she didn't say it. She didn't know that her words were like a bucket of cold ice water in winter, instantly extinguishing the slight joy in Wen Jueshang's heart.

Seeing the beauty suddenly have a cold face, Bei Luoxuan was stunned for a moment, but she was not a fool, so she naturally knew what this person wanted.

She handed the brocade box in her hand to the person behind her, looked at the man in front of her with dark eyes, and her voice was filled with a hint of anger.

"What do you want from me so that I won't be so cold to you?"

From the first moment she saw this man, she knew he looked cold and unapproachable. No matter what she did, she could never get a smile from him.

This made her, as the leader of the sect, extremely dissatisfied. She always got whatever she wanted. As long as she just waved her finger, countless men would revolve around her.

When did I become unable to handle even one man?

But this man was not satisfied and turned a blind eye to her kindness, which was simply challenging her patience.

Hearing her slightly angry voice, the servants in the whole house were suddenly terrified and trembled.

These people were afraid of her, but Wen Jueshang was not, and they didn't even glance at her.

Being in this evil cult, living like a walking corpse every day, what else does he have to be afraid of?

After a moment, he suddenly thought of something and said, "I want to see her."

The "she" he was referring to at this time was obviously Xiahou Nuanxi.

Ever since Xiahou Nuanxi was imprisoned in the dungeon, he has been imprisoned in this palace by Bei Luoxuan and is unable to go out, let alone visit the seriously injured person.

Hearing this, Bei Luoxuan's eyes dimmed and she narrowed them slightly. She had already found out that the woman in the dungeon was his fiancée.

Even though that woman was also extraordinary, so what? Anyone she set her eyes on could only be hers.

She hesitated for a moment, and finally said to the person behind her: "Take him away!"

Her voice was filled with anger and helplessness. Perhaps she had never imagined that one day she would have to suppress her temper again and again for a man.

Hearing her give in, Wen Jueshang raised his eyes to look at her, then followed the servants to the dungeon of the Evil God Cult.

In the dungeon.

The light was dim and gloomy, with no sunlight coming in all year round. Many unknown people were imprisoned inside, with men and women mixed together in a chaotic environment.

In the dungeon, perhaps because no one had cleaned it for a long time, there was an indescribable strange smell. Wen Jueshang was almost made to vomit by the disgusting smell.

He suppressed his psychological discomfort and followed the servant who led the way, witnessing the darkness and cruelty in the dungeon along the way.

After going through all kinds of thrilling and hair-raising scenes, we finally saw Xiahou Nuanxi, who was imprisoned alone, at the end of the road.

At this time, Xiahou Nuanxi was sitting cross-legged on the bed with her eyes closed to rest. Even though she was trapped in a dungeon and seriously injured, it did not affect her temperament like a flower on the mountain top at all.

Hearing the noise, Xiahou Nuanxi's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she did not open her eyes.

When Wen Jueshang saw the person in the room, his already pale face instantly turned even paler.

Especially when he saw Xiahou Nuanxi's spotless white clothes, which had already been stained red with blood, so eye-catching that he felt his breath pause.

After the servant opened the cell door, he quietly retreated outside the room, leaving them some private space.

Wen Jueshang walked into the room with heavy steps and stopped only when he reached the bed.

"Your Highness?" His voice trembled a little.

Suddenly hearing a familiar voice, Xiahou Nuanxi froze in an instant, and then opened her eyes in disbelief.

When she saw the person who had worried her so much and whom she had been thinking about day and night, Xiahou Nuanxi was so excited that she wanted to get up from the bed, but her injuries were too severe. Before she could make any move, she spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Your Highness!!!" Wen Jueshang was shocked and hurried forward to support her.

"It's okay, don't worry." Xiahou Nuanxi said weakly, leaning against the head of the bed.

"Shang'er, are you okay? Did they make things difficult for you? I'm sorry, I'm useless and can't save you."

She looked at him with affectionate and painful eyes. If only she were stronger, she wouldn't have to watch him fall into such trouble and be unable to save him.

Wen Jueshang couldn't ignore her burning gaze and could only choose to avoid it.

"They didn't make things difficult for me. It's all my fault. I'm the one who caused trouble for His Highness. I should be the one to say sorry. If it weren't for me, His Highness wouldn't have suffered this crime."

How could he have deserved such kindness from the wise king? It was a pity that he would never be able to repay him in this lifetime.

"I don't blame you. I'm willing to do it for you." Xiahou Nuanxi said with a smile.

She would be willing to die for him.

Seeing her like this, Wen Jueshang felt complicated, "Your Highness, you know I..."

"I know, it's okay, I'm willing to wait for you." Xiahou Nuanxi interrupted him, she didn't want to listen.

In fact, she has always known that he doesn't have her in his heart, but so what? She is willing to wait.

Wen Jueshang was touched by her words. He was the same. Waiting for someone was too bitter, but he was not afraid of the bitterness. He was only afraid that he would not be able to wait.

Does he still have a chance?

There was a brief silence between the two. At this time, Wen Jueshang took out a written letter from his arms and handed it to Xiahou Nuanxi.

Xiahou Nuanxi was slightly stunned when he saw this, and then he just heard him say: "Your Highness, Jue Shang has a request. I hope that after Your Highness leaves, you can help Jue Shang deliver this letter to His Highness Prince Chen. Jue Shang will be grateful!"

After hearing what he said, Xiahou Nuanxi suddenly felt a loud bang and her brain went blank.

Prince Chen? The fourth imperial sister?!

Suddenly, a flamboyant and dazzling woman in red appeared in her mind. The woman had a cold and evil face and a terrifying aura, like a king, and could not be ignored.

Not knowing what she was thinking of, she suddenly laughed bitterly. Wen Jueshang was stunned when he saw this.

"Your Highness?" He was fine just now, why did he suddenly become like this?

Xiahou Nuanxi smiled bitterly to herself for a moment, and then looked at Wen Jueshang with a deeper look in her eyes, and then she only said one sentence.

"it is good."