The two men’s attitude visibly softened upon seeing Huyuan Nan. One jumped down and approached him, saying with flattery: “General Huyuan, we are following the King of Jing’s orders to send two newly acquired dancers to the palace to present to the Emperor. Look…”
He opened the curtain, revealing two scantily clad women.
He opened it briefly and then closed it, adhering to the principle of not looking inappropriately, especially for women about to be presented to the Emperor.
Huyuan Nan, following the movement of the curtain, caught a glimpse of four long, beautiful, tempting snow-white legs under the transparent pink silk shirt, and the full breasts before the curtain was dropped. The sighs of the kneeling gate guards could be heard, indicating they had also seen the scene.
Huyuan Nan frowned, circled the carriage, found nothing suspicious. The carriage was designed for speed, so the space was small, barely fitting two people. Given the King of Jing’s temperament, Xiaosha couldn’t possibly be among them. With this thought, he waved his hand, and the gate guards stood up, opening the gate and letting the carriage pass.
Dan Xiaoya looked around, inexplicably shivering. The sky had already darkened, and the surroundings seemed to have a magical, eerie sound. She turned to Zhao Yeqing, who was suddenly approaching her, and found that he seemed like a different person, exuding a dangerous and terrifying signal. She involuntarily took a step back, her heart pounding as she asked, “Young, Young Master, what do you mean by this?”
Zhao Yeqing did not answer but instead asked, “Xiao Dan?”
Your lover is the wife of General Huyan, and she has already been killed by General Huyan, isn’t she?”
Dan Xiaoya looked at Zhao Yeqing, whose eyes were gleaming, and felt an inexplicable tightness in her heart. “Young Master, what do you mean by asking this?”
Zhao Yeqing’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He suddenly grabbed Dan Xiaoya’s right hand and pressed the bracelet on her wrist. “I hate being lied to the most. Xiao Dan, is this place suitable to be your tomb?”
Dan Xiaoya’s blood rushed to her brain. She had fallen into his hands, and this time, no one could save her…
