Everyone in the capital knew that Su Zhiwei, the abandoned daughter of the Su family who had just been recovered, was pure and pure. She could take three breaths with one step and be knocked down by the wind. She was so pitiful.
It is also known that the Ninth Prince Xiao Hanzhou, the most mysterious genius of the Dayuan Dynasty, is cold and restrained, a flower on a high mountain that no one dares to climb.
At first, everyone just thought that Su Zhiwei was a sick man with no beauty, who would not survive this winter.
Even Xiao Hanzhou thought that this was just a weak bird that could die with just one pinch.
Until one dark and windy night of a month, the cold and aloof Ninth Prince watched with his own eyes as this "weak bird" crushed the assassin's throat with a smile. His fingertips were still stained with blood. He turned around and fell into his arms. He was delicate and coughed up blood: "Your Highness, Wei'er is so scared..."
Xiao Hanzhou's eyes dimmed, and he wiped the blood from the corners of her lips, and handed over the poison-quenched knife willingly: "Be good, if you're afraid, kill a few more. The knife is heavy, I will take it for you."
[Appearing to be gentle and sickly, but actually being a scheming black lotus] VS [Appearing to be a high-altitude flower, but actually being a sinister, paranoid and loyal dog]
Looking forward to the next chapter