After Trapping and Killing the Owner

When he was sixteen years old, Jiang Hu sneaked into the enemy's imperial capital alone. When she was dying and almost died under the horse's hooves, she looked up at the person reining in the horse. The seventh prince of Jing Dynasty, the silver saddle shines on the white horse, like the cold moon shaking the snow and frost. On the way back, the beauty curled up in the arms of the young man in white and sobbed. The white jade on her fragile neck was stained with red marks, but her lowered eyes held a faint smile. Rescue the most evil fox and the most poisonous poison in Xili, Even if the seventh prince has a clear breeze and bright moon, he will fall into the mortal world for her. … Later, I heard that on the day when the Seventh Prince was executed in the imperial prison, Yandu was stormy and rainy, and every inch of the jade steps were dyed red with blood. After completing the mission, Jiang Hu and Jin Chan escaped from their shells and returned to Xili, where they promoted the imperial army and enjoyed the popularity of all people. "I can probably relax for ten years." The beauty smiled lightly, charming the country. Jing Dynasty was in civil strife and had no time to worry about it, so Xili had no worries. … Unexpectedly, a year later, the new emperor of Jing Dynasty, who had bloody seized the throne, sent out troops in a flash, and the army approached the capital of Xili. The lord of the country bowed down and went to ask for peace, but Emperor Jing only asked for—— Xili's new national preceptor. So Jiang Hu was packed and sent to Emperor Jing's palace. With her eyes covered with gauze, she could only hear the palace door gently opening, and her unhurried footsteps approaching calmly. "Your Majesty..." The beauty wept, as weak as a lotus in clear water. The slender fingers traced the thin white neck inch by inch, and the gentle whisper was as cold as peach blossoms and snow. "My raccoon slave is indeed well-behaved and knows how to recognize his master." ———— A trap, half a life in prison. My breath is the breath of poison, and your neck has been quietly strangled in my palm. Intention: Never give up