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Xuanyuan Yun withdrew his gaze and once again looked towards the smile on Xiao Lan's mouth. He suddenly felt that this smile didn't have the beauty of a devastatingly beautiful woman; it was clearly a smile that made one extremely loathe and loathe it.

Xiao Lan, who had been looking at her, suddenly felt a wave of intimidating coldness pierce through her clothes like a sharp blade and penetrate her skin.

Xiao Lan's fingers that were holding the curtain stiffened, the smile on her face slowly disappearing without a trace. She slowly turned her head, and looked at Xuanyuan Yun without any hesitation.

When she clearly saw Xuanyuan Wentian's cold pond like eyes, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

What now?

She didn't seem to have provoked him, right?

Why did he release the cold air for no reason?

A gust of wind blew in from the window, causing Xiao Lan to narrow her eyes before calling out to the people outside in a clear voice.

"Red Lotus."

Hearing the summons, the red lotus pushed open the curtain and entered the carriage. She respectfully bowed and greeted, "Princess, you called for me?"

Xiao Lan slightly shifted her gaze to the red lotus, instructing very naturally, "If the wind blows, go remind big brother to add on an extra set of clothes. Don't let him catch a cold."

Hong Lian smiled and replied, "Yes." After which, she left the carriage.

The moment the red lotus left, Xiao Lan felt an even more terrifying icy coldness wrap around her before instantly swallowing her whole body. For a moment, Xiao Lan was completely stiff on the spot.

In the next second, Xiao Lan quickly looked at Xuanyuan Yun as her cold eyes narrowed.

Is this man sick?

What are you doing!

Xuanyuan Yun didn't look at Xiao Lan but instead slowly shifted his gaze onto Xiao Lan's hand that was holding tightly onto the curtain as he spoke, his voice cold and piercing to the bone.

"Let go. The wind is blowing. This King feels cold too."

Xiao Lan was choked with sobs from top to bottom. At this moment, she was truly at a loss for words with regards to Xuan Yuan.

He also felt cold?

He was cold. He didn't know why, but at this moment, he felt like he was being powered up by a refrigerated air conditioner!

"He's sick."

Xiao Lan muttered softly before finally obediently letting go. As the carriage's curtains were drawn, one naturally couldn't see even a tiny bit of it outside, regardless of whether it was a scenery or a person.

The carriage became even quieter, so quiet that it was suffocating.

Xiao Lan leaned his back against the wall of the carriage as he listlessly listened to the sound of the wheels rolling across the road.

Again and again, even and full of frequency.

Gradually, as he listened to the sounds of sleepiness crashing down, Xiao Lan didn't know when he fell asleep. He only knew that he was sleeping soundly, and the chaos and commotion of the past few days were all replaced by a tranquil and peaceful feeling.

When she slept to the deepest part, Xiao Lan had a beautiful dream. She dreamt that she once again returned to the modern era where tall buildings lined the ground and people were clamoring in excitement.

In the villa that she and Anya were staying in, Anya was happily holding piles after piles of commissions and counting them without the slightest tiredness. She was so happy that she was on the verge of bursting.

She quietly watched from the side with a smile on her face. She did not say a word, but was very satisfied.

She had lost her closest kin, lost everything, and now only Anya was her friend. Thus, when Xiao Lan saw that she was happy, he was happy as well.

Suddenly, this warm scene was shattered into pieces. In front of her was a dark underground palace and a huge coffin painted red. Following that, she heard Anya's heart-wrenching wails.

"Xiao Lan!"

"Anya!"

Xiao Lan was abruptly jolted awake and abruptly opened her eyes, her hands wildly grabbing at the clothes by her side.

The red lotus outside the carriage clearly heard Xiao Lan's shout, and it quickly opened the carriage's curtain. Just as it was about to enter, it clearly saw the scene inside, then it left in a flustered manner.

Xiao Lan was already clear-headed. When he saw the red lotus appear before him before quickly withdrawing, he frowned in confusion.

What is this little girl doing …

Xiao Lan took a deep breath and looked around. Only then did she realize that she was actually sleeping by Xuanyuan s side at some point, that her hand was tightly gripping Xuanyuan s wrist instead of her own clothes.

Xiao Lan quickly let go of her hands and quickly sat up straight. She raised her eyes and looked at Xuanyuan Yun with a complicated expression.

Xuanyuan Yun placed the scroll in his hands to the side, his eyes clear and profound.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Xiao Lan looked at Xuanyuan Yun without saying a word, but the eyes she used to look at Xuanyuan Yun became absent-minded for a moment.

She suddenly remembered that Anya's cry had been made when she had fainted before her transmigration, when she had been in the coffin of the man before her.

Realizing this, Xiao Lan's gaze towards Xuanyuan Yun became more and more complicated, even her breathing stopped for a few seconds.

The gaze of the girl beside him was very familiar to him. It was clear that it was the first time he had seen his expression, but it was lacking a hint of shock.

Could it be that her nightmare from before had something to do with him?

"What did you dream of? Looking at This King like that. "

Xuanyuan Wentian's voice was neither fast nor slow, it carried the usual coldness.

Xiao Lan withdrew her gaze and half-heartedly shook her head.

"Nothing."

Xiao Lan looked in front of him, but his eyes were still unfocused, without a clear focus.

Seeing that Xiao Lan did not want to say anymore, Xuanyuan Wentian did not ask anymore questions and once again picked up the book to continue flipping through it. However, before he picked up the book, he still looked at Xiao Lan with a complicated expression.

At this moment, An Ya's silhouette was filled with unending worry in Xiao Lan's heart.

I wonder how Anya is doing right now. She was heavily injured in the underground palace and she teleported here. I wonder if Anya escaped from the tomb by herself and if she survived …

The more Xiao Lan thought about it, the more annoyed she became. She abruptly stood up and walked out of the car without saying anything.

Xiao Lan had only just taken a step when she heard Xuanyuan Qing's cold question.

"Where to?"

Xiao Lan's footsteps stopped, but he didn't turn around. "I want to go out and take a breather."

After she finished speaking, Xiao Lan lifted the carriage's curtain and left.

And at a place Xiao Lan couldn't see, Xuanyuan Yun's eyes had already become as deep as a bottomless whirlpool.

When Rufeng and Ruo Lian who were outside saw Xiao Lan walk out, they couldn't help but be stunned.

"Is there something wrong with the wangfei?"

Xiao Lan silently sat in the seat between the two of them.

Ru Feng and Red Lotus looked at each other, their eyes filled with puzzlement and puzzlement.

The red lotus moved closer to Xiao Lan. "Royal Concubine, what's wrong with you?"

Just now, she had heard her calling out to Anya. Who was Anya?

Xiao Lan paid no attention to the red lotus as she looked indifferently at Ru Feng and asked, "How much longer until we arrive at the Sleeping Dragon Pavilion?"

Ru Feng thought for a moment, then replied, "At the current speed, we still need three days."

Three days?

Xiao Lan frowned and a moment later, he looked coldly at Ru Feng.

"Get up, I'll help you drive the carriage. Go inside and accompany your master."

"Huh?"

Windswept's eyes went wide.

The princess was driving?

How could he dare to bother her …

Furthermore, why her request was always so embarrassing and unimaginable.

When Xiao Lan saw that he did not move like the wind, her eyes turned cold. "You are not moving? You want me to kick you down and then run behind the horse carriage?"