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

Cao Mang's eyes widened. Before he could struggle, his chest felt empty and he died instantly.

Some small white dots can be vaguely seen in the blurry flesh and blood, wriggling rapidly.

Jun Zhao held a long sword in his hand, with a dark red piece of meat on the end of the sword. He looked at it seriously and said lightly, "It turns out that he is on the side of the queen."

He flicked his wrist and pointed at a guard.

The guard was quick-witted and quick-handed. He quickly picked up his clothes to catch the piece of meat, and his uniform was instantly soaked in blood.

Jun Zhao looked up at the time, squinted his eyes, and said, "It's time for lunch. Since we are supporting the Queen, we should not let down Master Cao's kindness."

The guard was smart and understood immediately, nodding in agreement.

Jun Zhao took one last look at the motionless body on the ground, his eyes dark and gloomy, and said, "Deal with it and take it back."

Mu Luan could no longer remember how she followed Jun Zhao back. Her limbs were limp as cotton strips as they dangled in the air.

She knew that Cao Mang was not worthy of others' pity and sympathy.

Jun Zhao is not a good person. He betrayed his master and is not a good person.

Just watching the heart-diggering scene from such a close distance, she couldn't help but shudder, and even invited someone to eat her heart...

He is simply a cruel and inhumane madman.

If he is not happy, no one else can feel happy either.

Jun Zhao seemed to be even crazier than she knew.

After returning home, Jun Zhao seemed to have completely forgotten about Mu Luan.

For the next two days, Mu Luan watched him numbly as he caused trouble in court and killed people after court.

His crazy appearance filled with evil spirit made everyone in the court panic and feel insecure.

It was not until the seventh day after Mu Luan's death that she discovered that Jun Zhao had ordered someone to prepare a mourning hall for her.

Could it be that he wants to wear mourning clothes for himself?

Mu Luan glanced at the person walking in front of her who was emitting cold air...

She felt that she must be the crazy person.

Mu Luan didn't have to worry about this question for long before he saw the answer.

The person in mourning couldn't be Jun Zhao, but Su Lan.

Mu Luan was surprised. Isn’t Su Lan Jun Zhao’s favorite?

Is Jun Zhao willing to let his white moonlight keep vigil for him?

Su Lan was also puzzled as she was called up early in the morning to dress up.

At first she thought that the prince wanted to see her, so she actively cooperated no matter how difficult it was.

It wasn't until she was about to change her clothes that she realized something was wrong.

But she had no room to refuse and was forced by two sturdy maids to change into a linen dress.

The nanny didn't even care about the safety of the baby in her belly, and the strength in her hands was not weakened at all.

If she doesn't cooperate, the child will definitely be hurt.

Su Lan could only compromise temporarily. She was very angry and thought that when she saw the prince, she would make him teach these two ignorant slaves a lesson.

But she didn't expect that the servant would bring her to Mu Luan's mourning hall.

At this time, the courtyard outside the mourning hall was already full of people kneeling, including the steward, maids, attendants, servants, and maids.

Anyone with a discerning eye would find that these people were all people who once served in Mu Luan's courtyard.

Su Lan didn't notice and covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief in an unlucky manner.

That shameless bitch deserves to be worshipped in the mourning hall. She is just a lowly maid, she should be wrapped in a straw mat and thrown out of the city, and that's it.

The maid beside her lowered her head and coughed lightly at the right time. When Su Lan raised her eyes, she saw a tall figure standing with his back to the front.

She hastily suppressed the cruel look in her eyes.

She straightened her hair that was messed up by the wind and walked among the servants.

The first time she saw Jun Zhao, her eyes were red, she half-bent her knees politely, and said in a proper manner: "Lan'er greets the prince."

"Ah."

Jun Zhao turned his back to her and responded calmly, his eyes fixed on an empty seat in the mourning hall.

Mu Luan just stood there.

Those eyes, which were as solid as black ice and as if they had substance, frightened Mu Luan several times.

If it weren't for the fact that his sight couldn't follow her movements, he would have really thought that he was still alive.

Su Lan had expected Jun Zhao's response. She knew that the prince had not cared about these customs since she became pregnant.

But she is the daughter of the Minister of Rites, and appears to be the most polite and courteous person in the capital.

When around Jun Zhao, she always presents herself as gentle, virtuous and considerate.

She will not be less than decent.

Su Lan stood up, quietly glanced at the coffin not far away, picked up a handkerchief and pressed the corners of her eyes, crying: "Sister, your life is so miserable, so unlucky, you left at such a young age, it's really God's envy of good people."

Jun Zhao's eyes moved slightly and he slowly turned around.

With one hand on the coffin lid, he tapped it again and again with his bony fingers. The rise and fall of his fingertips made Mu Luan's heart tremble.

I just heard him ask casually: "I heard you were good friends?"

Su Lan paused sobbing, then nodded, as if she remembered something, and said with emotion: "In reply to the prince, Sister Luan and I have always been good friends. When the general's mansion was in trouble, I went to ask my father for help immediately. Unfortunately, the general's mansion was already a foregone conclusion, and I was powerless to change it. I could only stay by her side, fearing that she would do something stupid.

I have always felt guilty for not being able to help my sister. Although my sister gradually distanced herself from me, I always treated her as my own sister in my heart..."

Mu Luan listened to these moving words. If she was not the person involved, she would have believed it too.

That is simply not the case.

But she is already dead, and the best fact is that there is no evidence.

Mu Luan sighed. The general's mansion had fallen and no one survived. Who would care about the truth of the matter?

She looked at Jun Zhao silently.

He will definitely believe what Bai Yueguang said.

Just when Mu Luan was feeling discouraged and didn't want to argue anymore, she heard Jun Zhao slowly say, "Kneel down."

Su Lan was stunned for a moment, looked around, and thought Jun Zhao was not talking to her.

But there were only the two of them in the mourning hall, and the servants had already knelt outside the hall.

"Is the prince calling Lan'er?" Su Lan was unwilling to give up. She would rather believe that she had misheard.

Then Jun Zhao said, "You are her sister, why don't you keep vigil for her?"

Su Lan pulled the corners of her mouth stiffly. Why should she kneel down to that bitch Mu Luan, especially when she was pregnant.

Isn’t he afraid that something might happen to the child?

But she had already said it, maybe Jun Zhao was just testing her.

Just as Su Lan was hesitating and trying to make an excuse, an attendant walked into the mourning hall holding a square box and placed it steadily on the coffin.

Seeing that Su Lan didn't move, Jun Zhao suddenly made a sound of "tsk", then curled his lips and smiled: "Are you lying to me?"

Su Lan felt that the smile was not gentle and elegant at all, but rather looked eerie and strange against the backdrop of the half-blue-black mask.

Before she could open her mouth to reply, she saw Jun Zhao slowly lifting the lid of the box and said leisurely, "He also deceived me."

As soon as the words fell, the scene in the box suddenly appeared in front of Lidya Su.

All I saw was a disheveled head, standing there covered in blood, with eyes wide open and slightly bulging, and even blood bubbles coming out of its mouth. It was staring at Su Lan like a ghost.