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

The queen raised her eyebrows and said, "Since you know you are wrong, I will punish you by making you kneel in this Buddhist temple and reflect on your mistakes."

She walked to the door of the side hall, thought of something, and tilted her head slightly and said, "I will have someone tell Madam Yu Anguo that the emperor is guilty of the same crime as the common people. I believe she will understand my painstaking efforts."

After saying that, she stepped out of the palace.

The palace maids and eunuchs behind him retreated in an orderly manner.

The two eunuchs walking at the end slowly stopped but did not retreat.

Instead, he opened all the windows in the hall and stood guard on both sides of the hall door.

Mu Luan breathed lightly, glanced at the wide-open doors and windows, and finally looked at the two people at the entrance of the hall.

There are two eunuchs watching her, and if nothing unexpected happens, she will have to spend the night here.

When the scarlet blood from the corners of his lips dripped again, Mu Luan was stunned for a moment.

After his strength had recovered a little, he supported his shaky body with one hand and reached for a handkerchief at his lapel with the other.

After searching for a long time and still not finding her handkerchief, she lowered her eyes and took a look.

There was no handkerchief on the neatly folded collar.

Mu Luan thought about it and thought that maybe it was lost accidentally on the way.

There was nothing clean in his hands to wipe them with, so Mu Luan let out a sigh of relief, hesitated for a moment, then raised the back of his hand and gently wiped the corner of his lips.

At first glance, the deep red color looks even more terrifying and eye-catching against the frosty skin.

Mu Luan took a light breath, pulled out the layer of clothes in her sleeve, wiped off the glaring red, and wiped the corners of her lips.

The numb skin was now stinging. The dress was soft enough, but it still caused a surge of pain when it touched the skin.

Mu Luan simply gave up trying to tidy up his broken self.

She had never knelt like this since she was a child.

It's only been a short while but my legs and feet have already started to feel numb.

Thinking about the long night ahead, she moved her body, trying to kneel more comfortably.

Royal View Villa.

Yunhe pulled the reins, and the horse stopped immediately, raised its front hooves, and neighed in the sky.

When the guards at the gate saw the person coming, they immediately shouted, "Who breaks into Yujing Villa at night?"

Yun He got off his horse and handed the letter to the guard, saying, "I am Yun He, a guard at the General's Mansion. Please give this to Prince Jing."

Soon the news spread to the villa.

In the bathroom, Song Wenjing straightened his clothes and was about to take off the waist belt on the wooden rack when he heard the voice of his attendant Bu Qing from outside the door.

"Your Highness, the guards at the General's Mansion have delivered a letter."

Song Wenjing paused while changing his clothes and asked, "Who sent it?"

Bu Qing said: "The man who came calls himself Yunhe."

Song Wenjing's eyes deepened slightly.

Yunhe is Yaoyao's bodyguard. He must have come here on Yaoyao's orders.

He couldn't help but think of the scene when Yaoyao rejected him that day.

He had a somewhat unexpected reaction at the time. Thinking about it now, he looked really embarrassed when he turned around and left.

He hadn't figured out how to face her yet, and subconsciously wanted to reject the letter.

But on second thought, he was afraid that Yaoyao regretted what she said to him that day, and wrote to him specifically to ease the relationship between them.

With this fluke in his heart, Song Wenjing hesitated for a while and said, "Bring it in."

The moment Song Wenjing received the letter, he frowned slightly.

The handwriting on the envelope was not from Yaoyao. He raised his eyes and looked at Bu Qing. "Are you sure it was sent by Yunhe?"

He asked as he casually opened the letter.

Bu Qing said: "That's what the guards in front of the mansion said."

There was only a short line of small words on the letter paper: The young lady was summoned into the palace alone by the Queen.

Song Wenjing frowned, and the scene of that night flashed before his eyes.

He went to save people!

But he didn't want to witness the prince being killed by the man in black.

Thinking of the prince's plot against Yaoyao before his death, Song Wenjing suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Prepare the horses, the king is going to the palace!"

Bu Qing said: "Yes!"

When Song Wenjing changed his clothes and hurried out of the bedroom, a few people were walking towards him.

The woman in the lead had white hair on her temples, and her face showed the traces of time.

Seeing Song Wenjing changing into his official uniform and walking hurriedly, he asked, "Are you going to the palace?"

Song Wenjing stopped and saluted, saying, "Mother, it's you."

The old princess frowned and said, "Why are you still going to the palace so late? It's better to go during the morning court tomorrow."

Song Wenjing said absentmindedly, "Mother, please go to bed early. I'll be back soon."

Without saying anything more to the old princess, Song Wenjing quickly walked out of the villa.

The old princess looked at her son's hurried back and narrowed her cloudy eyes.

The breath of winter is gradually approaching, and the weather is getting colder as the night progresses.

Mu Luan was only wearing a skirt that was neither thick nor thin. When the cool breeze blew, the hem of her skirt fluttered gently on the ground.

It was pitch black outside the window. There was no hourglass in the side hall, nor was there any sound of night watchmen.

She didn't know how long she had been kneeling, but when she was half asleep, the smoke from the copper stove had dissipated, and the hall was as cold as ice, without a trace of warmth.

The coldness penetrated into his body. Mu Luan raised his fingers which were cold and stiff, and opened his eyes to look at the candlestick in front of the Buddha statue.

She remembered that when she first came, the candles on the candlesticks were new.

It was already a lot shorter at this time, and judging from the time, half an hour should have passed.

Half an hour passed like a lifetime ago, and my knees were already numb from the pain.

If she continued like this, she wouldn't be able to kneel until dawn, even in the cold night wind, she wouldn't be able to last more than an hour.

A hint of deep thought flashed across his cold eyes.

Even if I die kneeling in this side hall tonight, the Queen will have an excuse to shirk responsibility.

She had to find a way to save herself.

Mu Luan secretly glanced at the two eunuchs outside the palace door, raised her hand and quietly pulled out a pearl hairpin from her hair, then hid it in her sleeve.

Frozen to death will not leave any scars, and will not arouse suspicion.

But if there is too much blood loss, that may not be the case.

She silently pointed the tip of the pearl hairpin at her wrist and trembled as she drew it down with force.

The stinging sensation came over her, shocking her.

I thought I would see a wrist bleeding profusely, but unexpectedly, the tip of the pearl hairpin was not aimed at me at all, and it only broke a layer of skin, leaving a red mark.

Mu Luan sighed secretly and gripped the pearl hairpin a little tighter.

Just as the sword was about to cut through flesh, a respectful voice suddenly came from the palace gate, "Eunuch Fu Hai."

Mu Luan was startled and subconsciously put the pearl hairpin into her sleeve to cover it.

Zhou Fuhai stepped into the hall and stood in front of Mu Luan.

Mu Luan stared at the horn boots that appeared in her sight, without raising her eyes and without moving.

After waiting for a while, Zhou Fuhai said in a shrill voice, "The Queen took pity on Miss Mu's health and ordered us to come and take Miss Mu back."

Mu Luan's eyes moved, slightly surprised.