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

"Ah," Su Lan screamed in fear and staggered back subconsciously, but accidentally tripped over the cushion behind her and fell down.

It might be difficult for others to identify who this messy head belongs to, but Su Lan is very clear and recognizes it at a glance. It is the Imperial Household Department Cao Mang.

Jun Zhao actually killed Cao Mang!

Cao Mang was second only to the Queen and the one who had the final say in the palace.

A chill quickly spread throughout Su Lan's body, and her face was as pale as Cao Mang's.

She tightly grasped her dress, suppressed her fear, and tried to force out a smile, saying, "Your Majesty, you are joking. How dare I lie to you, Your Majesty? I will keep vigil for my sister right now."

She crawled tremblingly towards the mourning hall and knelt down, fearing that if she was a moment late, she would be beheaded like Cao Mang.

Just then, my stomach suddenly started to hurt.

At first it was just a slight stinging pain, and gradually the feeling of heaviness in the stomach became more and more obvious.

Su Lan suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

The child is only seven months old. He is her only bargaining chip, and nothing can happen to him.

Although Jun Zhao is cruel, judging from the care he has taken for me these days, he should care about this child.

Yes, he must care.

Lidya Su swallowed hard, covered her stomach, and said with an unpleasant expression: "Prince...Prince, my stomach, my stomach hurts."

She tried to use the child to arouse Jun Zhao's sympathy.

But what she didn't know was that Jun Zhao never knew what compassion was!

"Does it hurt?" Jun Zhao glanced at the coffin with an ambiguous expression, and then answered, "It should hurt."

Su Lan's eyes showed joy, and he added lightly, "Then don't give birth."

"What?" Lidya Su was surprised.

Before he could understand what Jun Zhao meant, the next moment, a cold light flashed, and splattered blood dyed the vibrant moonlit night in front of the hall red.

Su Lan lay on her back on the ground, holding her stomach and screaming. The pain instantly consumed every inch of her skin.

I saw the white belly with flesh and blood flying around and blood gushing out.

The sticky scarlet soaked the white dress and continued to spread outwards.

In that neat gap, one could vaguely see a curled up object, but it was motionless.

Her face was grim, she was breathing heavily, and she stretched out her hand to grab the corner of the purple robe that was within reach.

But that little bit of distance seems as far as a chasm.

Even at this moment, she couldn't believe that Jun Zhao would kill her.

"Your Majesty, spare my life, save me, save me..."

Jun Zhao lowered his eyes, admiring her dying struggle from above, remaining indifferent.

Su Lan's eyes were filled with despair. She could only reach out to the follower beside her and cried out in pain, "Hurry up, help me, save me..."

Every word of the desperate cry was filled with hope for life.

Unfortunately, the followers were also indifferent.

Lidya Su’s hands were covered in blood, she was sobbing in pain, her clothes were disheveled, her hair was messy, and she didn’t look as dignified and neat as before.

The cries of pain echoed into the yard one after another, and the people lying in the yard were all trembling with fear.

I wish I could shrink my head and hide in the ground.

No matter how Su Lan shouted for help, no one dared to come forward to rescue her.

Jun Zhao snorted and laughed, took the wet wipes handed to him by his follower, and walked past her without looking away.

While carefully wiping each knuckle, he walked out of the hall as if nothing had happened.

The shrill sounds behind him became smaller and smaller, until the mourning hall returned to its usual desolate and silent state.

Jun Zhao suppressed the smile on his face, glanced at the people kneeling in the yard, squinted his eyes, lowered his head and continued to wipe his fingers, and said in a cold voice: "Pick out the good materials, ten people each for one umbrella, and burn them when they are ready."

"Yes," the follower said with a stern look on his face, accepting the order respectfully.

A group of strong guards quickly surrounded everyone in the yard, the sharp blades in their hands glowed coldly under the refraction of the sunlight.

Jun Zhao left, and Mu Luan was forced to leave as well.

The door closed behind him, and the image of Su Lan being ripped open still appeared in Mu Luan's mind. Another chilling scream reached his ears.

Jun Zhao started killing people again.

Seeing Su Lan's miserable condition, Mu Luan felt more frightened than happy.

The fetus died in the womb and the belly was cut open alive. No one could endure such a cruel punishment.

Jun Zhao is so kind to his beloved, so he will be even more ruthless to others.

But she didn't expect that Jun Zhao would hate her so much. Anyone who had anything to do with her in this mansion ended up badly.

What’s even more depressing is that she was already dead, but a head like that was placed on her coffin.

What a lunatic! He won't even let the dead go.

Mu Luan followed behind Jun Zhao, swinging his fists and wanting to beat him up, but each of his punches could easily penetrate his solid body and could not hurt him at all.

Just as Mu Luan was venting her dissatisfaction angrily, Jun Zhao stopped and suddenly turned to look at her.

Mu Luan was so frightened that she stopped swinging her fist and once again doubted whether Jun Zhao could really see her.

Jun Zhao raised his hand and just barely touched the side of her face, but it just flickered, paused for a moment, and then he raised his foot and walked away.

By the time Mu Luan came back to her senses, Jun Zhao had already walked away.

It looks like it's heading towards the secret room.

Oh no, Jun Zhao can’t really see her, right?

Is he angry and ready to settle the score with her body?

As it turned out, Mu Luan knew Jun Zhao to some extent.

He actually went to the secret room.

There was still no fire in the secret room, but it was not as dark as it had been in the past few days.

There was a gauze bag hanging on each of the four corners. When Mu Luan approached and took a look, she discovered that they were some glowing firefly creatures.

Jun Zhao took the corpse out of the ice crystal coffin and laid it on the ice bed beside him.

By the light of fireflies, she saw for the first time what she would look like after death.

She remembered that she vomited a lot of blood before she died. Her face and clothes were stained with large patches of blood, and she looked in a miserable state.

Now, although she was still wearing the bright red wedding dress of Phoenix Returning to the Nest, her body was clean and tidy, and her makeup was exquisite and gorgeous.

But after all, she had been dead for so long, her face was lifeless, and she was wearing a red dress and heavy makeup.

In the dim space, no matter how Mu Luan looked, she felt there was an eerie and scary feeling.

But Jun Zhao seemed unaware, and his fingertips gently slid over her eyebrows, along her cheeks, and carefully traced the outline of her jaw.

Finally, it fell on those cherry-red lips, caressing them again and again.

If Mu Luan were still alive, her pink lips would surely have been rubbed red and look tender and tempting.

When she was tortured too much, she would subconsciously hum or frown to express her dissatisfaction, but she did not dare to resist and could only endure it helplessly.

At this time, Jun Zhao not only did not restrain himself, but bullied her even more aggressively.

Not until those peach blossom eyes were filled with tears and those red lips were radiant did he curl his lips and smile with satisfaction.

Now, the lip balm has fallen off, the red lips are gone, and only the purple-black color of coagulated blood remains.