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

Mu Luan thought about it carefully, "It was just a casual greeting at first, but he knew that I used to be in poor health and asked me if I had a miracle doctor in the mansion to help me... He also asked about my jade pendant."

She glanced at her waist and said curiously, "It seems like you are quite interested in my jade pendant."

"What did he ask?" Jun Zhao casually took the butterfly jade pendant from her waist, placed it in his palm and looked at it for a few seconds.

"He asked me if it was a gift from my sweetheart," Mu Luan said softly.

Jun Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

He knew where this butterfly jade pendant came from without Mu Luan explaining it.

Since Jun Zhiling asked her this, it was obvious that the jade pendant must have been seen by his spies.

"Miss, when you go out in the future, remember to bring a few more guards."

Mu Luan paused, recalling the Fourth Prince's unusual behavior in the paddock that day, and she vaguely guessed something.

It seems that the Fourth Prince has already traced the matter back to the General’s Mansion.

She took the butterfly jade pendant from Jun Zhao's hand and tied it around her waist again.

"So, the people who held me hostage that night were the Fourth Prince's men?"

Mu Luan was a little puzzled. The Fourth Prince had already done it once blatantly in the woods in broad daylight, so he shouldn't have sent the palace maid to hold her hostage again.

At least when Gu Chengfeng appeared, she clearly saw the fear and concern in his eyes.

If anything happened to her, the first person that Second Brother would think of would definitely be the Fourth Prince.

Isn't this just asking for trouble?

But after all, we don't know the true character of the Fourth Prince. He has motives to do something bad to her, and maybe he is the one behind it.

Jun Zhao looked at her for a moment, glanced at her waist, and said lightly: "Miss, it seems that you have overlooked someone."

"Who?"

Mu Luan asked instinctively, and she thought about it.

Apart from the Crown Prince, the only force left in the palace that was fighting openly and secretly was the Fourth Prince.

Who else could it be?

Seeing her frown, Jun Zhao kindly reminded her, "Miss, you have never thought about Prince Jing, Song Wenjing."

"How can it be!"

Mu Luan subconsciously defended Song Wenjing.

That day, she clearly rejected Song Wenjing's confession. Although he found it a little hard to believe, based on his understanding of Song Wenjing, he was not a petty person who was looking for an opportunity to take revenge.

Moreover, she was stabbed by an arrow not long after he separated from her, so the time difference was not long.

How does he have time to plan so many things?

"He is definitely not the one who poisoned me!"

She was poisoned by the arrow feathers, and the palace maid who held her hostage must have taken her somewhere to destroy her reputation after the poison took effect.

Jun Zhao's face darkened, and his eyes became a little darker.

He let go of her waist, leaned on the bed, and sneered, "As expected of you two childhood sweethearts, Miss, you are still more willing to trust your husband."

Mu Luan felt that Jun Zhao's tone was extremely cold and solemn, and her heart couldn't help but rise to her throat.

She explained: "It is precisely because we are childhood sweethearts that I feel he has no motive to harm me."

It would be a bit absurd to say that he turned from love to hate and wanted to kidnap himself.

This kind of thing, unless the old princess forces him to do it...

Mu Luan subconsciously felt that Jun Zhao would not lie to her.

But who would dare to believe everything a madman says?

She hoped that Jun Zhao would not implicate innocent people out of selfish reasons.

Looking at the cold smile on Jun Zhao's face, Mu Luan felt a pain in her head.

She softened her tone and said, "I treat Prince Jing like a brother, and I don't have any romantic feelings for him. If he is really the mastermind behind this, I'm afraid my father, brother, and mother will be disappointed and will definitely not allow me to have anything to do with Prince Jing again."

Jun Zhao pursed his thin lips and looked at her for a long time without saying a word, but his stare made Mu Luan's scalp tingle.

Seeing that he was unmoved, I didn't know whether he was holding back his anger or was thinking about something in his mind.

It's never a good thing.

As Mu Luan thought so, her eyes trembled slightly, her fingertips rubbed Jun Zhao's collar, and her slender arms like green lotus roots wrapped around his neck, and she gently kissed his thin lips.

"I know you were helping me. No matter why you appeared there that day, I still want to thank you. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have lost my reputation and would have been left dead in the wilderness."

She imitated what she had done in her previous life and lightly touched his lips with her fingertips.

His voice was calm and natural, but there was no trace of timidity in it.

The mocking smile in Jun Zhao's eyes faded, and he inexplicably disliked her bland description.

He still missed a step, otherwise she wouldn't have to suffer so much.

Jun Zhao slightly opened his thin lips, bit her delicate white hand between his teeth, and rubbed it gently.

The little girl's face twisted for a moment, and then he relaxed with satisfaction, held her hand, and looked at the scar on her palm.

The bandage has been removed, the wound is slowly scabbing over and is recovering.

But Jun Zhao couldn't help but frown as he watched, and still felt that the recovery was too slow.

When Mu Luan saw that he had nothing in his hand, a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes.

Where did he hide her underwear?

His eyes were darting around him.

Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of a piece of light pink fabric hidden at his side.

While he was checking the wound, Mu Luan bent down slightly.

A dark shadow approached in front of him, and a soft fragrance lingered. Jun Zhao looked up unconsciously.

The little girl brushed the side of his face, leaned towards him, and then immediately moved away.

Mu Luan quickly rubbed the small clothes into her palm and hid her hands behind her back.

Jun Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

Mu Luan pretended nothing had happened, and even a clean and gentle curve appeared at the corner of her lips.

Then he changed the subject and asked, "Have you caught the maid who held me hostage?"

Jun Zhao lowered his eyelids and glanced at her hands behind her back, then put his palms around her soft waist again.

"Ah."

He responded neither lightly nor heavily.

Mu Luan continued to ask: "What did she confess?"

"He is a dead soldier."

Jun Zhao's deep brows showed a hint of coldness.

Although the palace maid's martial arts skills were not very impressive, her lightness skills were excellent, making her perfect for escaping.

Yingqi chased her through several woods before he leaped over her and blocked her path.

But before Yingqi could catch her, the palace maid suddenly gave a strange smile, and without saying a word, she slashed her neck with the dagger she was carrying.

Yingqi was caught off guard. When he went forward to check, she had already died.

Jun Zhao was certain that this palace maid was definitely not the prince's woman.

She was just doing things for her master under the guise of the prince.

It's a pity, he died so easily!

Mu Luan's white fingertips curled slightly, her eyes trembling, "Dead?"

Jun Zhao nodded.

Mu Luan couldn't help but think deeply. This matter seemed to be becoming more and more complicated, and his head felt confused for a moment.

She lowered her eyes and sighed deeply, "If she's dead, then there's nothing we can find out, right?"

Jun Zhao recalled that night, the way her petite body trembled silently in his arms.

She is so pitiful and heartbreaking.