The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

Mu Luan is dead.

She died on the night Jun Zhao married her.

This day, in the dungeon of the Regent's Palace.

It is clearly a cage that cannot see the light day or night, where the wind cannot blow in and the rain cannot wet it, but it is decorated everywhere with red paper umbrellas of varying sizes.

The deep red color blooms in the pitch-black nest, like a flower from hell looking at the deceased.

From deep within the dungeon, a low pleading voice could be faintly heard, and if one listened carefully, it could even be heard with a hint of a delicate cry.

"Your Majesty is wise. This servant has really been wronged."

A person who looked like a maid was lying on the ground, tears streaming down her face and a look of fear on her face.

As he was speaking, a dark shadow flashed through the dungeon corridor. The footsteps were extremely fast but made no sound.

The shadow came to the interrogation room in an instant, walked out of the darkness, and respectfully reported to Jun Zhao who was sitting on the table: "Master, we have found out that the medicine flowed into the palace from Youming Inn, and it was handled by Cao Mang, the eunuch of the imperial court. This person is indeed Cao Mang's spy planted next to the lady."

At this point, he paused for a moment and continued, "My wife brought it back from the house two months ago."

While listening to the report from his attendant, Jun Zhao slowly turned the black pill the size of a golden bean in his hand.

His slender white fingers seemed spotless, forming a sharp contrast with his black balls under the dim light.

After hearing what the attendant said, the maid visibly shrank back.

Jun Zhao slowly lowered his eyes and looked at the maid on the ground. His index finger was slowly tapping the handle of the chair. His expression was indifferent, but inexplicably frightening. "Raise your head."

The deep voice was a bit nonchalant, sounding like an easy-going and kind person.

But the maid knew that the word "kind" could be used to describe anyone except Jun Zhao.

She slowly raised her head, tears and sweat mixed together, her eyes were red and tearful, and she looked quite pitiful.

But Jun Zhao is not interested in women.

The maid glanced at the half of the dark blue mask, then quickly lowered her eyes, crawled forward, and hurriedly explained: "My lord, please spare my life. I am no longer Eunuch Cao's servant, and I have never done anything to harm the palace."

"Who did Cao Mang ask you to kill here?"

Jun Zhao looked lazy, and what he asked seemed to be something that everyone knew.

The maid was stunned. She was still thinking about what to say when she heard the dull sound of fingers tapping on the chair handle. She didn't know when it stopped.

Jun Zhao slowly leaned forward and pointed his finger at the maid's chin and lifted it up.

His hands were very cold, without a trace of blood, like a newly sharpened weapon, making it impossible to dodge, and the maidservant was so frightened that she spasmed and trembled unconsciously.

Jun Zhao seemed to have a lot of patience, and asked in a casual tone: "Did you give her food?"

The maid was forced to look up. At first, her words were unclear and she kept begging for mercy. She didn't understand who the 'she' Jun Zhao was talking about was.

Suddenly his jaw tightened and there was a clicking sound.

Something cracked, and the sound was particularly crisp in the silent and empty dungeon.

With a cry of pain, the maid's expression was distorted and bitter, and her jaw was actually crushed.

She subconsciously raised her hands to resist, and the next moment, there were two more crisp sounds.

In an instant, cries of pain rose one after another from the depths of the dungeon.

The maid's hands hung limply at her sides, like a kneeling puppet begging for mercy, waiting for her master's forgiveness.

She had been hiding in the palace for some time, so she naturally knew what kind of person Jun Zhao was.

Her fate was determined from the day she entered the palace. The poisoning was true, and it was also true that she had other purposes in entering the palace.

Given Jun Zhao’s brutal and unscrupulous behavior, he will be pursued to the end regardless of whether the matter is accomplished or not.

It was simply a luxury for her to leave this dungeon alive.

Instead of begging for mercy painfully, it is better to risk her life and survive. If she can kill the regent, she will also bring honor to her family.

The maidservant's face was covered in cold sweat. Her mind changed. She endured the pain and stuttered, "If your Majesty wants to know, you might as well come closer to listen."

Jun Zhao looked at her and chuckled. His half-dead face was very charming. He said, "Cao Mang's people are really despicable."

As he spoke, his body gradually moved closer to the maid, as if he really responded to the maid's words and was ready to listen attentively.

The maid held her breath and stared at his approaching neck, repeating in her heart over and over again, closer, closer...

Just when Jun Zhao was only a palm's distance away from her, the maid's eyes darkened.

It's now!

There was a flash of light in his mouth, and the blade pressed under his tongue was suddenly spit out when the opportunity arose.

Unexpectedly, a big hand hit him directly on the top of his head, and his slightly opened mouth suddenly closed.

The blade lost its aim and was pulled straight out from under the mouth's flesh without being retracted.

Jun Zhao slightly turned his body, and the dark red color was sprinkled on the red paper umbrella on the side like ink, soaking up the plum blossoms.

With a flick of his fingertips, Jun Zhao's face remained calm and composed.

But the flying blade suddenly changed direction and pierced into the maid's throat with irresistible force.

Everything happened in a flash, leaving no room for anyone to be prepared.

The maid's face changed drastically, she stared with a pair of eyes in disbelief, her body twitched violently, and blood foam came out of her mouth.

She seemed to be able to clearly hear the sound of the blade cutting through every inch of flesh and blood, as if it was going to cut her body in two.

Jun Zhao remained calm and threw the person away as if he were throwing away a piece of torn clothing.

Yingchuan immediately went forward to check. Anyone who could hide a hidden weapon in his mouth so easily must be a well-trained killer, but they, the shadow guards, were completely unaware of it.

A layer of moisture suddenly rose on his back, and Yingchuan immediately apologized: "It was my negligence, please punish me, master."

Jun Zhao wiped his hands with a wet towel, but he was not as serious as usual. He wiped them hastily and threw the towel aside. "Take the punishment yourself."

His cold eyes swept over the motionless body on the ground, and he turned around and walked out of the dungeon. He said in a cold voice, "Tear it down. If it's not used as an umbrella, feed it to the dogs."

In previous years, the capital city would have been covered in silver and snow in the twelfth lunar month, but this year it was unusually quiet.

Seems to be waiting for something.

Although it was freezing cold outside, it was as warm as spring in the bedroom. Warmth rose from the charcoal basin, and the red-hot silver frost charcoal burned day and night.

Silver Frost Charcoal is a type of charcoal managed by the Imperial Household Department for imperial use.

Mu Luan sat at the table, copying Buddhist scriptures carefully, one hand holding a jade-handled wolf hair brush and the other hand lightly resting on the paper. Her posture was straight, slender and graceful.

The maid Xiyue was grinding ink on the side. Usually, it would be Cui Qiu who served Mu Luan at this time.

Mu Luan didn't look up, but just asked softly, "Cui Qiu is not here again?"

Xiyue stopped grinding ink, glanced cautiously outside the door, and whispered, "I haven't seen him in the past few days. It seems that he was called away by the prince."

Mu Luan paused while writing, and before she could ask any more questions, she suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing in front of her, blowing up her hair and brushing across her beautiful face.

The wolf hair brush in her hand trembled, and the moment she raised her eyes, a feeling of oppression came over her.

With a slight "pop" sound, ink stained the rice paper, and a group of small characters spread out.

Then there was a loud "clang".

The jade-handled wolf-hair brush slipped out of his hand, the tip of the brush flew off the scripture, slid down the edge of the table, fell heavily to the ground, and broke into several pieces.

The splashed debris was shimmering, vaguely illuminating the figures of the two people hugging each other.

Mu Luan was pulled up from the futon, her skirt floating, and she was wrapped in a broad embrace.

She was only surprised for a moment, but just by the green wood fragrance with a faint smell of blood, Mu Luan knew that it was Jun Zhao.

I don’t know if it was because of the smell of blood or something else, but Mu Luan’s body became visibly stiff.

With her waist being circled, her body leaning back was somewhat unstable. Mu Luan trembled and whispered, "My Lord."

The maidservant who served her personally did not dare to look around, she lowered her head and quietly left.

Jun Zhao hugged the person steadily and powerfully, glanced at the scriptures on the table, turned his head and rested his chin on Mu Luan's shoulder, rubbing it with his eyes closed.

It was not until his nose was filled with the girl's soft fragrance that he said slowly, "You look so serious now, you are completely different from the one at night."