That night, Song Zhao got his wish and saw her true face.

From then on, no one in Shaohua Tower dared to touch her, and she was only allowed to see Song Zhao.

Yuan Shuwan was satisfied with this result. Her purpose was to make him fall in love with her and have a deep affection for her. Song Zhao was different from other men. Even though the outside world knew that she was already his, he treated her badly.

He has always been polite and polite, and is indeed a gentle gentleman.

But are there any men in this world who are only willing to look at beautiful women without wanting to eat them?

She didn't believe it.

Yuan Shuwan just has enough patience and waits for his hypocrite mask to fall off.

However, as the days passed, what she was waiting for was his sincerity.

Song Zhao was the proud son of heaven. Although he was arrogant, he would never give her any discomfort. Yuan Shuwan did not need to pretend to please or flatter in front of him. Song Zhao always treated her as an equal.

It is rare among the many children of aristocratic families in the world to be able to treat a woman equally.

Song Zhao understands very well what a woman, especially a woman who has fallen into prostitution, needs most, and that is respect.

Even though it sounds ridiculous, this was the beginning of Yuan Shuwan's change of view on him.

Song Zhao likes her, so he doesn't care what the world thinks. He will take her to ride around the imperial city. She wears a veil. The more scared she is that others will find her, the happier he smiles, "Yaoyao, and I

Is there anything shameful about coming out?"

Yuan Shuwan could only pretend to be calm, "If others see the young master riding a horse with the singer from Shaohua Tower in the street, public opinion will be boiling. I just don't want to embarrass the young master."

Song Zhao didn't care, and smiled, "Do you think I care about the eyes of the world?"

"What I really care about is what is difficult. In fact, you know it very well."

He knew that she didn't like him, so he never wanted to force her to embarrass her. Song Zhao hated forced buying and selling the most. If he had a choice, he just hoped that Yuan Shuwan could smile more.

She has a really nice smile.

As for other thoughts, Song Zhao believed that expressing them through a few jokes was the best result, and it would not be appropriate to say anything more.

Yuan Shuwan was so exquisite and clear, of course she understood his unexpected intention, so she leaned gently into his arms, but even she did so just for the sake of false comfort.

Song Zhao sighed, "Actually, you don't have to do this. I just want you to be happy."

Yuan Shuwan didn't say anything. Even so, she still wanted to reciprocate the favor.

At night, he took her to the Suzaku Tower to watch the fireworks all over the city. Yuan Shuwan quietly stared at the lively and prosperous imperial city of Beiming Kingdom, but the picture that flashed in her mind was that the people of Beiming were living in dire straits. There was peace and prosperity here, but she

country, but her home has long been in ruins.

Song Zhao looked at the flash of loneliness in her eyes, smiled and joked, "Did you just make a wish?"

Yuan Shuwan was stunned, "Make a wish?"

Song Zhao, "Yes, according to the legend of Beiming Kingdom, whenever fireworks are set off during the Lantern Festival, the gods in the sky will walk through here. So people will choose to make wishes at this time."

Yuan Shuwan, "I didn't make a wish."

Song Zhao smiled, "It doesn't matter, I'll make the promise for you." He said, clasping his hands under Yuan Shuwan's confused look, his beautiful and gentle eyes glowed with warmth, even more so than the fireworks in the night sky, "

I hope that you, Yaoyao, will get what you want for the rest of your life."

Another sound of fireworks exploded, disturbing Yuan Shuwan's heartstrings. She looked at Song Zhao's handsome profile in shock, and her heart finally started to stir.

Got what you wanted?

What if my wish is for you to die?

Before Song Zhao turned around, Yuan Shuwan withdrew her gaze in embarrassment. She sadly discovered that the Holy Son she wanted to kill was not a villain, but the first person who would care for her wholeheartedly.

As long as someone like Song Zhao is willing, no woman will not fall in love with her. But even if all the women in the world like her, Yuan Shuwan cannot.

She knew that many female spies in the past had lost their heads due to passion. To her, the word love was just a word. The equally arrogant Yuan Shuwan did not allow herself to fail.

But before she could carry out her first assassination plan, Yuan Shuwan had an accident. Recently, a group of Wu tribe members of unknown origin came to the Imperial City of Beiming Kingdom. They broke into Shaohua Tower and kidnapped her.

"I heard that you, as the number one singer in Kyushu, have a singing voice that is comparable to that of a mermaid. Our lady is very envious of you and wants your throat." As he said that, a pair of long-haired black hands strangled her slender hands.

The young man from the Wu tribe smiled sickly and said, "It's okay, it will only hurt a little."

Yuan Shuwan was choked, and when she saw the ferocious smile of the man in front of her, she felt more helpless than sad.

It seems that even God can't stand it anymore, because she wants the Holy Son, who holds half of the fate of Beiming Kingdom, to die, so before she takes action, destiny will come and kill her in a hurry.

When she felt that she was about to die, she saw a sword shadow breaking through the door and directly nailing the man who was strangling her neck to the wall. The Wu man's eyes were split open, and he was stabbed through the heart by a sword.

Even before he died, he didn't know who he had been killed by.

Song Zhao expressionlessly pulled out the long sword inserted into his chest. The moment he pulled out the sword, the dead man's blood spilled all over the floor, and a few drops splashed on his robe, staining a red plum blossom.

Yuan Shuwan was rescued by him. When he picked her up and left, Yuan Shuwan found corpses scattered all over the high stairs. She looked at this scene in shock, "How many people have you killed?"

Song Zhao, "A lot."

After hearing this, Yuan Shuwan was slightly shocked. With such swordsmanship and such aura, how easy would it be to hurt him?

She was making plans here, and the rumors outside that Song Zhao fell in love with a beauty were already making a big fuss.

"The Holy Son actually slaughtered a whole tribe of the Witch Clan for a woman. There were a total of 3,560 people in that tribe, and all of them died under his sword!"

"What if it's not the Holy Son? Liches and ghosts are inherently evil. If you kill them, kill them."

"But the Holy Son has never gone on such a killing spree before. He likes to just sit back and watch."

"The Holy Son is not showing his true face. When Xiliang was defeated and the 300,000-strong army was about to surrender, everyone in the court hesitated for a while, but it was he who made the decision to trap and kill them all! The 300,000-strong army was killed when they were told to trap and kill."

In this way, rumors about the two of them soon spread all over the city. Yuan Shuwan was dressing up in the mirror, and Shen Xinjun came to visit, "I have thought about how to deal with Song Zhao for a long time, but I have no idea. He is young, promising and resourceful.

, and just the right amount of cruelty, but he cherishes you extraordinarily."

Yuan Shuwan finished tracing her eyebrows and said calmly, "You can do whatever you want to do without worrying about my life or death."


Chapter completed!