And she only needs to win over her husband-in-law's heart. She will also have a high status in Shanghai in the future, and she will still be a sought-after object for ladies and ladies.

Princess Yile talked to Wen Yunlan again before leaving.

Wen Yunlan did not immediately take off her wedding gown, she sat in front of the dressing table and combed her black hair with peach wood.

The unfounded panic in his heart made Wen Yunlan very anxious.

It can be imagined that no one in Beijing now dares to be an enemy of her, and her eyes are nailed to the fact that Xiao Yu had already died in the hands of the mountain bandit, and Wen Yunlan was relieved again.

Wen Yunlan breathed a sigh of relief and put the hairpin in the makeup into the hair bun, admiring her beautiful face in the bronze mirror.

What about the fake daughter, she was the one who had the last laugh when she heard that Xiaoyu was the real daughter and died in the hands of the mountain bandit.

Wen Yunlan evoked a smile, suddenly felt a little heavy on his eyelids.

Wen Yunlan put down the jade earrings in her hands, rubbed her eyes, got up and drank a cup of herbal tea.

But it didn't alleviate this sudden sleepiness.

Wen Yunlan realized that there was something wrong with her, and she was shocked, and she wanted to call the maid outside the door to come in.

But his mouth was covered by a pair of hands from behind.

A soft voice sounded, "Shhh, don't make a sound, don't move."

Wen Yunlan's eyes widened in horror, and her body trembled terribly.

No matter how cruel and cruel she is, she is only a seventeen-year-old woman. Faced with such a dangerous situation, she still can't help being afraid.

Unexplained laughter sounded behind him, Wen Yunlan swallowed, and turned his head courageously.

When she saw the person behind her clearly from the corner of the light, her pupils shrank suddenly, and Xuan began to struggle with all her strength, trying to break free from the **** of those behind her.

Rong Huang's soft and white face had a terrible smile, as if laughing at her overwhelming ability.

Rong Huang released his hand, took two steps back, and stood behind Wen Yunlan, looking at her condescendingly, watching her dying to struggle.

As soon as he was free, Wen Yunlan opened his throat for help.

It's just that Ronghuang has been enchanted in these surroundings, and the people outside can't hear it at all.

No matter what Wen Yun Lan screamed, no one appeared.

Wen Yunlan picked up the scissors on the dressing table, shook her hands and pointed at Rong Huang with a grim expression, "Why are you in my room? Aren't you dead?"

Wen Yunlan's teeth trembled uncontrollably. Why did Wen Xiaoyu come back intact? Could it be that Qinglongzhai didn't kill her?

Rong Huang tilted his head, Bai Shengsheng's fingertips were lightly wrapped around the crow-colored hair, his tone of voice was soft and sweet, "Naturally I am looking for revenge."

Rong Huang chose not to answer the latter question.

After a thousand years of scourge, the king can't die.

Humph, mad at you!

"Impossible! The third prince told me, you will definitely die!"

Wen Yunlan could feel the strength of her body gradually being lost, and she even began to get sleepy.

She had a hunch that she would pass out completely without a cup of tea.

Wen Yunlan's body trembled violently because of extreme fear. She threw away the scissors and ran to the door, trying to open the door and escape.

Rong Huang flashed away and walked directly behind Wen Yunlan.

With a bang, Rong Huang pressed Wen Yunlan to the door.

Wen Yunlan's voice was trembling, and her eyes were red, "What the **** do you want to do? You are wronged, you are not the one who harmed you, you are the third prince!"

Rong Huang squeaked, and squeezed Wen Yunlan's mouth. Regardless of Wen Yunlan's struggle, he twisted, and swiftly threw a pill into it.