Lan Lan looked at him, the man who had been her constant companion. His sharp eyes were suspicious as he coldly assessed her, not recognizing her at all. Her heart sank; since he dared not acknowledge her, she would teach him a lesson. Hmph, he would regret it.
No wonder he didn’t recognize her. She was disheveled, her clothes covered in mud, her face dirty, and her hair tangled. She looked more like a beggar than the beauty she once was.
She trembled her voice and said, “This servant has suffered from a flood, bringing two children to find relatives, but couldn’t find them and ran out of money. Helplessly, I’m taking shelter in this broken temple! Please, don’t kill me!”
She wiped her face with fake tears, glancing at the man whose face had soured, thinking he had seen through her lie.
“Great hero, spare me! Please spare me!” She dramatically bowed repeatedly, cursing to herself about her bad luck.
The man felt her voice was familiar but could hardly believe he had found her so quickly. When she wiped her face, revealing her pretty features, he realized this messy woman was indeed his charming queen. He remembered Yue Xiang’s message that had kept him on edge, fearing he would never see her again.
Seeing her still stubborn, he looked at her sharply. “Capture her!”
“Long Junhao, you bastard, how dare you!”
Frightened by him, all her grievances burst out, and she lost her playful mood, crying loudly.
The next moment, she was embraced in a warm hug. She wrapped her arms around his waist, desperately drawing warmth from him, wiping tears and snot on his body. It had been long since she enjoyed such warmth, but she couldn’t let him off so easily. Remembering the past, she suddenly pushed him away.
“Go away! Don’t pretend to be kind.” Her phoenix eyes were wide open, recalling that if not for him making her sad, she wouldn’t have suffered so much. It was all his fault.
“Lan’er, stop it. Come back with me!” Long Junhao’s helpless expression reflected his deep love and sorrow.
“You did well, my little girl. Showing courage, even daring to ask for proof.” Yang Zhong admired her but still took out the token of the Dark Hall master for Yue Xiang to see.
