C3 Who?

Qian Sang Sang felt dizzy. She remembered that she had been smashed into the bottom of the mountain of drinks, but there was no pain now. She just felt very tired. This exhaustion was not coming from his body, but from his mind. She clearly wanted to open her eyes, and she knew that she should, but no matter how hard she tried, she fell into a deep darkness.

Just like that, she struggled, struggled, and after who knows how long, she finally seemed to have fallen from the depths of chaos to land on the ground. She was delighted and quickly opened her eyes.

This time, she successfully opened her eyes, but what entered her eyes was an unfamiliar silk curtain. Her head was tilted to the side, revealing a hazy yellow area. That was the orange light emitted by the candles. Where is this? Why does it look like a costume play?

Qian Sang Sang had just propped himself up when he saw a person appear outside the curtain. He softly asked, "Princess, what instructions do you have for me?"

"Princess?" Qian Sansa repeated the human words doubtfully. However, he was startled by the elegant and melodious voice of the oriole bird that came out of his mouth.

Zilan was standing outside the curtain. When she saw that there was no response from Princess Le Su after she repeated her words, she called out once again, "Princess?"

Qian Sang Sang was called back from a dead brain state. Princess? The entire program? However, the voice that just came out of his mouth …

A terrifying guess appeared in Qian Sang's mind. She nervously swallowed her saliva, and carefully opened her mouth, "Excuse me …" Has Mirror... Do you have water? "

As her voice was too soft, Yun Zhi could only vaguely hear a few words. She then asked, "Princess, do you need me to cook some tea?"

After a long while, a voice came out of the curtain. "…" "Right."

Zilan bowed towards the bed, took a few steps back, and then turned to make tea. Qian Sang Sang let out a sigh of relief when he saw the others push down the bed. He carefully lifted the curtain and looked around before revealing his bare feet.

The floor was covered with a soft and exquisite blanket, and it was very comfortable to step on it. Qian Sang Sang saw that his hair had fallen down to his waist due to his actions, and his face turned white all of a sudden. She always had short hair in her ears because it was convenient for her to work.

His guess was confirmed and he could not help but mutter, "This is a big joke." After saying so, he immediately covered his mouth and carefully looked around. This palace was incomparably gorgeous, but Qian Sang Sang could feel a sinister feeling emanating from it.

Just as she was looking around, she heard the door creak open. Qian Sansa reflexively ran towards the bed. He lifted the curtain and jumped onto the bed. He grabbed the blanket to cover himself as cold sweat started to form on his forehead.

When Zilan walked in, she could only see the fluttering curtain. She whispered, "Princess, the tea is ready." After a long time, no one replied, so he carefully asked, "Princess, your servant has finished cooking the tea." She wasn't sure if Lesa was sleeping or not, and she didn't dare bring tea along without permission. In Yan Zhaoge's palace, any reason could be the cause of her death.

After a while, Qian Sansa carefully poked her head out of the blanket. After scanning the outside of the curtain, she immediately withdrew her head back into the blanket. "Why aren't you leaving?" It was rare for her to keep lifting them like this. Previously, when she was working in a restaurant, she had met some difficult customers and knew how tiring it was to carry them … She carefully stuck her head out again and slowly propped herself up. She reached out a hand from the curtain and grabbed the teacup before quickly pulling it back.

Zilan was baffled by the series of actions of others. It was just that Princess Le Su had always been temperamental and eccentric. Right now, her actions were also considered reasonable in Zilan's eyes. She was even more focused on waiting, afraid of making things difficult for others.

Qian Sang Sang held the cup of tea in her hands as she was at a loss of what to do. She slowly slowed down her breathing and calmed herself down. Qian Sansa had never been to school. He was a literate and intelligent man, taught by the teachers in the orphanage. Since he was young, the dean had told them that it was better to die than to live. It was also because of this kind of education that Qian Sansa was always so optimistic. In short, he had to understand the situation first.

With a plan in mind, Qian Sang Sang slowly relaxed and immediately felt his mouth becoming dry. He opened his teacup and took a sip. He then immediately frowned and said, "So bitter!"

When Zilan heard this, she immediately dropped to her knees and kowtowed, "Princess, your servant knows she was wrong."

Qian Sang Sang was also shocked by the actions of others. He almost flipped the teacup in his hands, but he could only blurt out the words, "It's so bitter …" She used to drink water. At most, she would buy a bottle of cola to drink. This was the first time he drank tea, so he naturally felt bitter.

Zilan kowtowed one after another, her forehead was already red. Qian Sang Sang also recovered from the shock and quickly opened his mouth, "Hey, what are you doing …" "Hurry up and stop knocking."

Zilan's hair stood on end because of the abnormality. She had been transferred to the Yan Shi palace for more than a year already, so she naturally knew that the more abnormal this princess was, the more she needed to torment others.

Although Qian Sansa was an orphan, he had grown up in a new society, where everyone was equal. Seeing him kowtow like that, they naturally felt extremely awkward. However, they were afraid that if they said something wrong, they would do something wrong and let others see that it was an imposter. He could only be so anxious that his forehead was covered in sweat. He could only give it a try and say, "Enough, take it." She held out her teacup.

"Thank you, princess, thank you." When she left the palace hall, she found it hard to believe how easy it was to escape.

Qian Sang Sang who stayed in the living room was also covered in cold sweat as he sat blankly on his bed. His heart was filled with confusion, "What should I do?" Why did he teleport here? Could he return to his own era?

He sat like this all night. When the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon, Qian Sang Sang who was sitting on the bed and staring foolishly into space suddenly felt his vision go black. His body went limp and he collapsed onto the bed. In the next moment, the person on the soft couch opened her eyes once again. She slowly propped herself up and rubbed her head with her hands. Her eyes were no longer filled with helplessness but numbness and emptiness.

Zilan, who had been waiting outside the whole time, answered by pushing the door open. She was followed by a string of palace maids carrying copper bowls, cloths, clothes, and spittoons.

Zilan pulled the curtain aside and hung it on a silver hook. She knelt down to help Le Su clean his feet and put on his shoes. She heard someone ask, "What happened to the wound on your forehead?"

Zilan was stunned for a moment. Lesa was obviously impatient, she kicked on Zilan's shoulder and said, "Get out of my way."

After being kicked, Chi Lan leaned to the side and pressed her head against the ground. She did not even dare to make a sound. The other palace maids even knelt down immediately. After enjoying the shivering appearance of the court ladies, Lesa stood up and said, "Change your clothes."

Zilan stood up and took the clothes from the maid, putting them on one by one. It had to be said that Princess Le Su had a devastatingly beautiful figure. Her skin was like congealed oil, her waist was like that of a willow, her eyes were cut with autumn water, and she licked a small red lips. At the end, she looked seven parts beautiful, one part intelligent, one part elegant and one part charming.

After dressing and eating breakfast, Lesa asked, "What news have you received recently?"

"A few days ago, the king mentioned that Sir Xia is pregnant with the Marquis of the Northern Corner and Lady Wan Qing in the imperial harem. She begged the king to send her back to the clan to be nurtured."

"How did Father arrange it?"

"The king has promised Lady Wanqing that after the sacrifice, he will send her back to the clan."

Lesa laughed sarcastically, "He really doesn't want to give up."

"Princess, do we need to make arrangements?" Zilan asked hesitantly.

Lesa waved his hand and said, "No need." Then, as if he was thinking of something fun, he smiled and said, "Not only is there no need, send someone to protect Lady Wanqing along the way. We must make sure that she gives birth to this baby safely."

Zilan could not figure out Lesa's intentions and did not dare to say anything. After laughing for a while, Lesa's face suddenly turned cold, "I would like to see what kind of expression my father would have when he gave birth to a stillborn child."

Zegna didn't dare to show any expression on her face, but Lesa seemed to be interested. She tilted her head and asked, "Aren't you surprised that I'm so sure that Esteemed Wan Qing has a stillborn child?"

"I don't know what it means to be curious. I only know that the princess is the master of this servant, and this servant knows what the master wants this servant to know. The master doesn't need it, this servant is deaf and dumb."

"That's why I like you." "Sweat started to appear on Zilan's forehead. It is definitely not a good thing to be able to make Lesa fall in love with me." This humble servant has learnt good fortune from my previous life. "

Lesa turned her head impatiently. "I hate you for that too." If you like it, just take it. "Zilan hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed," Princess, please spare me.

Lesa waved his hand and said, "No problem." He didn't say anything about getting her up.

"Let me tell you a secret. Why are there only three members in each generation of the Bian Family?" This is because in the Royal Family, only the children that come out from the stomach of a Holy Maiden are human.

After saying that, she giggled, but Zilan was still covered in cold sweat. This was because the Holy Maiden of this generation was Princess Le Su, while the Holy Maiden of the previous generation was the queen and also the birth mother of Le Su. Every generation of the Holy Maiden would bring her daughter into the Holy Land when she was twelve, completing the ceremony.

No one knew what the ceremony was like, because from generation to generation, only the Holy Maiden and the next Holy Maiden could enter the Sacred Land. Everyone only knew that after the ceremony, the Yuan Sai clan would receive the divine power, and the country would be protected. The previous Holy Maiden, on the other hand, would forever remain in the Sacred Grounds.

Lesa suddenly put her hand in front of Zilan's face. On her wrist was an orange flower birthmark. She was laughing so hard that she almost went crazy. "See that?" "Only the children who come out of a woman's stomach with this imprint can be human!" After she said this, her eyes had a hint of coldness. She raised her wrist and smashed it onto the wooden table. "This damn imprint!"

Everything happened too fast. Even the closest of Zilan could only block "Princess, please think twice."

Lesa, on the other hand, used her other hand to pull away the sesame seed. Her white wrist, with the mark of an orange stem, was now bent to a degree that normal people could not reach. Clearly, the bone inside had been broken.

Zilan was kneeling on the side with a pale face, while Lesa was shaking her wrist carelessly. "Why are you looking like this for nothing?" You know that. "

Chi Lan subconsciously bit her lips and immediately pressed her head against the ground, her voice trembling. "I don't know what the princess said."

At this time, a palace maid passed on a message from outside the hall, "Princess, Young Master Mu Jin is already waiting to meet you in the side hall."

Lesa turned his gaze away from Zilan and ordered the palace maid outside the door, "Bringing Young Master Mu Jin to my chamber." After saying that, he walked towards his bedroom, leaving Chi Lan limply lying on the ground. When would such a life be over?