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

"Su Lan, why are you here?"

Mu Luan was surprised, and subconsciously thought that Su Lan should be a guest attending the wedding banquet today.

Su Lan didn't expect that when she saw Mu Luan again, not only was she not chopped into pieces by the Regent of the Great Zhou, but her appearance was even more beautiful than before.

Still so glamorous and beautiful.

Wearing a beautiful Phoenix Nest wedding dress, that is an honor only enjoyed by the Queen of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

How could Mu Luan, a person as lowly as an ant, be qualified to wear it?

Su Lan walked forward quickly, wishing she could take off the dazzling clothes with her own hands.

But when he walked up to Mu Luan, he grabbed her wrist and said sadly, "Mu Luan, I know I am sorry for you, but the prince and I are truly in love. Please help him, the father of my child."

Mu Luan frowned slightly, pushed away Su Lan's hand, lowered her eyes to straighten her wrinkled sleeves, and said calmly: "You think too highly of me. It is none of my business which prince you fall in love with."

"This is the regent's child," Su Lan pointed at her belly and said word by word.

Mu Luan paused and looked at Su Lan in disbelief.

The person Jun Zhao likes is Su Lan?

Su Lan is actually Jun Zhao’s white moonlight!

Seeing Mu Luan's surprised expression, Su Lan expected it. She continued, "Mu Luan, the prince never thought of marrying you. All this was just a careful plan by the prince to catch the assassin.

I just didn't expect that the assassin captured your brother and threatened the prince, and is now in the front yard."

With a snap, the round fan fell to the ground, and it felt as if a heavy hammer fell beside Mu Luan's ears with a loud bang.

Jun Zhao is cruel and ruthless. He is never threatened by anyone, and his enemies are not good people at all.

No matter who my brother falls into the hands of, he will not have a good ending.

Her heart tightened instantly, and without saying a word to Lidya Su, she picked up her skirt and ran to the front hall.

There were only a few fragments of words left in her mind: Brother, nothing can happen to you, she only has her brother...

Su Lan, who was standing behind him, quietly watched the fiery red figure disappear at the end of the corridor, stroking her belly gently, with a gloomy arc slowly rising at the corner of her lips.

Mu Luan, you'd better not come back alive...

She didn't expect that weak and fragile Mu Luan to go to the front yard to help.

She just wanted to take advantage of the chaos to get rid of Mu Luan. She didn't want Mu Luan to give birth to a bad child one day and become an obstacle for her son to consolidate his throne.

Outside the house, fine white snow fluttered down at some point, and the first snow of late winter arrived as expected.

The heavy bridal veil that dragged on the ground lay alone at the corner of the corridor, slowly covered with a layer of crystal white.

A thin figure ran wildly in the broken snow, leaving a trail of faint traces behind him, and soon disappeared.

In the front yard, Mu Qingyu suddenly broke free from the assassin's restraints, snatched the sword from his hand, and slashed it towards his neck with decisive force.

As soon as Mu Luan stepped out of the Moon Gate, she saw a scene that made her tremble physically and mentally.

"do not want!"

His pupils contracted and the blood in his body seemed to freeze.

But before she could even shout out the word "brother", a sharp sound of wind breaking was heard in the air, passing through her body without any warning.

The moment Mu Luan was hit by the sharp arrow, her world became completely quiet.

There was no clanging of swords, no roars of fighting, no miserable and chaotic cries for help...

Mu Luan's eyes were full of pain and panic, and she subconsciously thought that everything was a dream.

But shouldn’t there be no pain in dreams?

The severe pain in her chest made her reaction slow.

She thought her body would fall heavily to the ground like water that was thrown out with force.

After waiting for a while, she did not feel the expected coldness on her back, but instead a light scent of ambergris quickly enveloped her.

The two bodies in sparkling red were instantly entangled together, and the fiery red skirts made the white snow look gorgeous.

Seeing only the half-cold dark blue mask, she fell into Jun Zhao's arms.

"Why did you come out?"

Jun Zhao's eyes trembled. He held Mu Luan's shoulders tightly with one hand and quickly stopped the bleeding from her wound with the other hand.

The lights under the eaves swayed, the light and shadow flickered, but they clearly illuminated Mu Luan's pale little face.

Only then did she see that the palace was decorated with lights and colorful decorations, red silk wedding cloths were hung in the corridors, and peach charms were spread all over the doors and windows.

The red is dazzling, but there is no trace of joy in the scene.

The entire palace seemed to have fallen into purgatory, with broken arms and debris everywhere in the yard, and red blood gurgling into the small pond next to it.

Screams, cries, requests for help, and sounds of collapse mixed together to form a sad and soul-destroying song.

Mu Qingyu's body fell not far away, with large patches of crimson spreading from under his neck.

Mu Luan's pupils began to dilate, and Mu Qingyu's face became dim.

Her body trembled involuntarily, and something seemed to be coming out of her throat. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to let the breath go down.

Jun Zhao's voice came to my ears again: "Mu Luan, don't sleep, nothing will happen, nothing will happen."

Mu Luan's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly raised her eyes to look at him.

Jun Zhao was indeed different today. His red dress concealed his sinister aura but added a bit of evil charm.

The light in Mu Luan's eyes gradually faded.

It turned out to be just as Su Lan said, even getting married was just an excuse for his revenge.

Isn't this something she should have thought of earlier?

But she couldn't see through the unknown emotions in the man's eyes.

It seemed like panic, fear, and disbelief.

But when I looked closely, it was nothing.

She was about to say something when a mouthful of blood suddenly gushed out, splattering all over Jun Zhao's bright red collar.

Mu Luan didn't expect that she could escape death from illness in this life, but she couldn't escape Jun Zhao.

If there is an afterlife, she hopes not to meet Jun Zhao again, and she doesn't want to have any involvement with Jun Zhao.

"Mu Luan, look at me. I'm telling you, you are not allowed to die, otherwise..."

"Otherwise I will kill them all and keep you company on the road to the underworld."

A gloomy and hoarse voice surrounded my ears.

Mu Luan looked at the heavy snow falling from the sky and pulled the corners of her lips with difficulty, but she couldn't smile.

She no longer has any relatives in this world, and Jun Zhao no longer has the ability to threaten her.

No matter how crazy Jun Zhao is, she shouldn't be able to see it.

Fear, unwillingness, resentment, helplessness, and finally relief.

This time, Mu Luan did not listen to Jun Zhao and survive according to his wishes.

The wind blew the snow all over the sky, and in a short while it covered the muddy dark red in the yard.

The heavy snow seemed to open a bridge to heaven for Mu Luan.

When Mu Luan's soul flew away, the thing she was thinking about was to stay away from the Regent's Palace and away from Jun Zhao.

When I meet Meng Po in the future, I will ask for three bowls of Meng Po soup to get rid of the bad luck.

However, she failed to enter the cycle of reincarnation as she wished. Every time she tried to leave, she would be blocked by an invisible barrier.

She was like a kite that had been set free, seemingly free, but the reel was actually on Jun Zhao.

On the third day after Mu Luan's death, according to the funeral rituals of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the funeral should have been held, and his body should have been buried in peace.