Tan Ling looked at the calm girl in front of her and shuddered suddenly.
She thought the other party was the prey, but who knew she was the hunter?
The Dafang couple, her humble concubine, and the dead Marquis Yongting, are all the prey of the man in front of them, right?
The other party just cooperated to get into the trap, and all of them fell into the trap.
Wanting to understand the cause and effect, Tan Ling's body suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and physiological tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
Tan Yun looked at her strangely and said to Qiao Yuan, "Sister A Yuan, what's wrong with her?"
Qiao Yuanfei smiled fondly: "Maybe you know something you shouldn't know, and you're a little scared, right?"
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The mountain road was bumpy, but Qiao Yuanfei's carriage was not affected at all because it was padded with thick enough blankets.
Qiao Yuanfei fell into a drowsy sleep because of her fever.
Tan Yun also fell asleep, but Tan Ling was covered in cold sweat and not sleepy at all.
The carriage entered the city and Qiao Yuanfei woke up.
Hearing the cries of street vendors, she lifted the curtain and looked outside, and met a pair of cold eyes.
The man was riding on a tall horse, and the early morning sunlight fell on his shoulders, making the armor on his body cold and sharp, as if he was about to bleed if he was not careful.
Qiao Yuanfei watched intently, but the other party just glanced at her quickly and immediately looked away.
Tan Yun happened to wake up and saw Qiao Yuan flying outside to take a look, so she also leaned over with interest.
After seeing the man on the horse, she muttered: "Who is this man? Why is he covered with a beard?"
Qiao Yuanfei lowered the curtain and chuckled: "I don't know, this outfit is either from Dali Temple or from the Twelve Guards."
As soon as she heard about Dali Temple, Tan Yun shrank reflexively.
Last night, Zhao Yuan led people to arrest the assassin and brought Wan'an Temple into chaos.
Although Tan Yun didn't see it with her own eyes, she heard from people below that Prince Zhao didn't recognize any of his relatives and would draw his sword whenever he saw anyone. His fiancée, Miss Lu, was still in the meditation room and was forced out of the room for questioning.
I heard that Miss Lu was so angry that she cried.
After such a comparison, Tan Yun felt that it was not unusual for Zhao Yuan to push her cousin into a corner.
That person...
It was Yama who killed without batting an eye a long time ago.
The carriage drove into the east of the city and would soon arrive at the side gate of Tan Mansion.
Tan Ling kept huddled in the corner with her arms folded, shaking her head and not knowing what she was thinking.
Qiao Yuanfei didn't pay much attention.
She knew very well that Tan Ling was a smart person, and she didn't need to be reminded of what choices a smart person should make.
The carriage finally arrived at the door, and the people in front were already getting off.
Qiao Yuanfei straightened her clothes and was about to stand up when Tan Ling suddenly knelt down in front of her with a "plop".
"Cousin, please save me!"
Tan Yun was startled and looked at Qiao Yuanfei at a loss.
Qiao Yuanfei paused, looked at Tan Ling for a while, and then sat back down.
"How do you want me to save you?"
Tan Ling shed tears and choked with sobs: "When I go home today, my aunt will definitely punish me..."
Qiao Yuanfei shook his head: "This matter involves the uncle, and it's not just about punishment."
Tan Ling became even more frightened and kowtowed to Qiao Yuanfei: "I want to live and I don't want to die. Cousin, please help me."
"I can save you." Qiao Yuanfei pulled her up, looked into those timid eyes, and asked softly, "What did Wang promise to you?"
Tan Ling's eyes were a little erratic: "She...she said that after the matter is completed, she will marry me to the Yongting Marquis Mansion to be her stepmother."
She is already seventeen years old. The third girl, Tan Wan, has almost agreed to marry her, but she has to be dragged into an old girl.
Mrs. Wang took care of her marriage, either asking her to be a concubine for a nobleman, or to be a stepmother for a widower.
Since they are all step-brothers, why can't she be Mrs. Hou?
It was this ambition that made her get into trouble with Qiao Yuanfei, and she fell into a point of no return today.
Tan Ling felt extremely regretful.
Qiao Yuanfei had already guessed it, but he didn't care. Instead, he smiled and said, "What's so good about Marquis Yongting being old and beautiful? How about I let you marry the eldest prince and be his concubine?"
Tan Ling looked up in shock, obviously in disbelief.
But looking at Qiao Yuanfei's calm eyes, she felt...
This is not just a dream.
"Then...what does my cousin want me to do?"
Qiao Yuanfei narrowed his eyes and said in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, I will tell you in a few days."
