"Third brother, that princess Linyue is obviously a spy!" The young emperor frowned.
Qi Jing in the wheelchair lowered his eyes to Heizi and said in a calm voice: "Then put her under your nose. I want it."
**——
On their wedding night, Ning Zhao looked at the "sick and broken" husband in front of her and sneered in her heart: He was pretending to look like him.
All she wanted to do was find the Seventh Young Master who knew everything about the world and repay her for saving her life.
She brewed a tonic for him, and he tasted the temptation in the soup.
He taught her Beichen etiquette, and she hid her edge while learning the rules.
They both thought the other was the perfect actor, until an assassination attempt occurred and he stood up from his wheelchair for her, filled with murderous aura.
Ning Zhao looked at his familiar moves and finally recognized those eyes.
It turned out that the Bai Yueguang she was searching for through iron shoes was the person she had tried so hard to guard against.
