Use a substitute on your wedding night to scatter the ashes of your entire family

"It's better this way. Ying, don't forget your status. You should know clearly what you should and shouldn't do. If you were not similar to me in stature and had not learned my voice, do you think such a good thing would happen to you?"

There are plenty of men in Prince Heng's Mansion, and they are happy to sleep with the daughter of a general who guards the country.

"Yes, I dare not." Ying clenched his fists, veins bulging on the back of his hands.

Ling Heng snorted coldly, and seeing that the man kneeling in front of him was about to collapse, he threw the porcelain bottle containing the antidote at Ying's feet.

"Take the medicine. You must complete the task that I have asked you to do today. Otherwise, it will be easier for me to kill a dog from Prince Heng's mansion than to step on an ant."

Ling Heng looked down at the man kneeling in front of him, and his voice slowed down a little.

"Li Shuangwan was murdered half a year ago, and all her martial arts skills were wasted. Now she is poisoned, and the only way to expel the poison from her body is by giving birth to a child. Therefore, letting her get pregnant as soon as possible will not only help you, but also help her."

Ying clenched his fists.

"Otherwise, she can only live for a year at most!" Ling Heng bent down, pinched Ying's chin, and forced him to look up. "If she can't get pregnant, you can't live either!"

Ling Heng stood up straight, took the handkerchief from the maid in green, and wiped the blood off his fingers one by one.

"Go wash up and come back in a quarter of an hour."

"Yes."

Ying took out the antidote from the porcelain bottle and swallowed it, then stood up and walked out of the room.

When he got outside, he exerted a little force with his right hand, and the white porcelain bottle turned into ashes and dissipated in the night wind.

He walked steadily, had a tall and slender figure, and stood upright. He did not look at all embarrassed as he had just been. His whole demeanor had also become completely different, replaced by extreme danger and indifference, and even a dangerous edge.

When he got into the house, he casually took off the human skin mask covering his face, and saw that the face under the mask was extremely handsome, with a pair of phoenix eyes slightly closed, the corners of the eyes upturned, and thin lips tightly pursed, making the whole face exude a deep chill.

He casually threw the mask on the table, then untied his bright red wedding dress to reveal his muscular figure, with a broad back and slim waist, and well-defined skin. One wonders what kind of intoxicating beauty is hidden under this picturesque skin.

His eyes were as deep as the top of a snowy mountain, carrying a chilly chill. Whoever he looked at would appear a few inches shorter.

If Ling Heng saw this at this moment, he would never think that such a person would be the lowest-ranking secret guard in his Prince Heng's Palace. He would be afraid that even the eldest son of the Northern Jin Dynasty and the current crown prince would not have such a dignified demeanor as him.

But I don’t know if this person had been seriously injured or what, but there was a shocking scar on his heart on his perfect skin. The scar was hideous and meandered across his entire heart.

At this moment, the scar is still stained with blood.

Ying gently stroked the scar with one hand, and suddenly smiled. His phoenix eyes were sparkling and unparalleled, like the vast stars willing to fall into the dust. There was no trace of coldness from before.

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The moment Ling Heng entered the room, Li Shuangwan smelled a faint smell of blood on him.

So, the muffled groan from the man that she heard a quarter of an hour ago was made by Ying?

However, she didn't have to worry. Ying Jue didn't dare to tell Yu Lingheng what had just happened, otherwise, as a low-level secret guard, he would not have been able to survive to the next day.

She didn't know much about this man named Ying. In her previous life, she had suffered physical damage during childbirth. After the imperial physician's words, Ling Heng came to see her every night. Sometimes he stayed very late, and she would fall asleep until dawn in a short while because of that cup of tea.

Later, she helped Ling Heng take in many women, and Ling Heng rarely entered her room.

It seems that Ying was killed by Ling Heng as soon as she became pregnant. After all, she was no longer useful. Keeping this person around would be a hidden danger. Given Ling Heng's personality, he would not keep him.

Ling Heng glanced at the empty bowl of noodles calmly and said gently, "Are you feeling better?"

Li Shuangwan smiled tenderly in response: "Much better. Your Highness always cares about me so much, please don't spoil me."

Isn't it just acting? It all depends on who has better acting skills.

Ling Heng said softly, "You are my beloved woman. If I don't spoil you, who else can I spoil? If I spoil you, then so be it. In this Heng Palace, I have you all to protect. We should just be a couple of immortals who live in seclusion and do not care about worldly affairs. It's late, let's just settle down now."

"it is good."

Ling Heng turned around and blew out the candle. As darkness swept over him, Li Shuangwan keenly felt the slight fluctuation in the air.

She knew that Ling Heng also had extremely high martial arts skills.

The door closed at this moment, and the tall man walked towards her. The faint smell of blood on Ling Heng's body was gone, replaced by an extremely pleasant smell of cold pine.

Such a clumsy way of replacing people, she must have been so blind in her previous life that she didn't even notice the few times he slept with Ying in a whole month.

Ying stopped three steps away from the bed and said, "Miss Li, there is a long way to go. You are tired today. Have a good rest. I will be here to guard you."

Li Shuangwan had not yet recovered from the shock at the moment of her rebirth. Only now did she realize that his voice was extremely low and could not be heard by people outside the house, but every word could be clearly heard by her.

This shows that Ying’s martial arts skills are extremely high.

And now he just stood there, giving people a full sense of oppression, as if this man was born to be a hunter who could control the life and death of others.

But, how could such a person be a low-level secret guard of Prince Heng's Palace? Even the commander of the imperial guards of the Northern Jin Palace might not have such skills.

This person must have restrained his aura in front of Ling Heng, but why didn't he do the same in front of her?

And what does he mean by this?

"Did Ling Heng make things difficult for you?" Li Shuangwan asked, staring at the figure in the darkness.

Ying paused for a moment, and the sharp edge on his body disappeared in an instant. He chuckled and said, "I'm used to it. For those of us who are secret guards, our masters can kill us at any time without any reason."

Ying's voice was extremely pleasant. She spoke in such a low voice, with a hint of magnetism in her hoarseness, which was completely different from Ling Heng's cold and aloof voice.

She didn't understand Ling Heng at all, but she was determined to marry him just for his appearance, and even ran away to be his wife, willing to become a laughing stock in Shengjing City for this.

At the end of the year when she was seventeen, she returned to Shengjing from the northwest with her father, mother, and brother. At a palace banquet, she met the handsome and elegant Prince Heng Ling Heng for the first time. She immediately fell in love with him and after returning home, she shouted that she wanted to marry Ling Heng.

Her parents have always been worried about her marriage and have told her countless times how good the Prince of Jing'an is, but she never listened.

In fact, from that time until her wedding at the end of the following year, she met Ling Heng quite a few times, but the total number of sentences they spoke did not exceed ten.

Have you met many times?