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  The middle-aged woman's voice fell, and the beautiful young girl with her clothes half untied rushed over. As she ran, her exposed **rose and fell like waves. She ran to the front of King Lanling, stopped three steps in front of him, panting, looked at him with a resentful gaze, then lowered her head, and as tears flowed down her cheeks like pearls, her sobs became more pitiful. "Don't say anything else, don't say anything else, this young man didn't do anything to me, let him go."

  Her mouth told him to leave, but the half-naked body of this young girl, those tears with a hint of grievance, and her sobbing voice, were so touching that even a stone statue would be moved.

  Looking at the girl, Lang Ling Wang also smiled slightly. His voice was originally extremely pleasant to listen to, and his face was even more dazzling than a bouquet of flowers in front of many girls' eyes. With this smile, many girls felt that the light in front of them was suddenly intensified, and they couldn't help but stare blankly.

  That girl was even more so, she stared blankly at Lang Ling Wang, her small mouth agape, and had forgotten to continue crying.

  "Is that clear?" As the King of Lanling's low and pleasant voice chanted out these three words, in the blink of an eye, a cold and stern light flashed before the eyes of the crowd of women!

  But it was the Prince of Lanling who drew his own sword. The sword came out of its scabbard, and in the flashing cold light, the Prince of Lanling raised his wrist, lightly and coldly, and pressed it against the neck of that beautiful girl!

  ……

  No one could have anticipated this!

  No one could have imagined!

  The crowd of women forgot to scream, and even forgot to react. They stared at the King of Lanling with wide eyes, disbelieving. At this moment, they only felt strange, without a hint of panic. As for what was said, it was just about bringing Seventh Sister back home, and in his mansion, there would be one more pair of chopsticks; it seemed that there was no need to draw swords against each other.

  In shock, in confusion, and even in stupidity, the King of Lanling's lips curled up, and he turned his gaze towards the half-undressed beautiful girl with a body as white as jade. Suddenly, he asked: "Are you the adopted daughter of Liang Cishi?" Many officials liked to collect beautiful women, teaching them skills from a young age, and using them at critical moments. Either to entice their subordinates or to bribe their superiors. These beautiful women usually appeared with the identity of "adopted daughters". Like Diao Chan in the Three Kingdoms, who was Wang Yun's adopted daughter.

  "How did he know she wasn't his biological daughter?" The maids were even more shocked, and the girl who was being held by Han Jian's sword also jumped in surprise. She couldn't bear to show off her charm, and stuttered: "Y-yes, y-yes."

  "Have you been in this room for nearly half an hour?"

  How did he know this too? The girl's face turned even paler.

  As she hesitated, the King of Lanling's wrist sank, and with a cold sword edge pressing down heavily, he suddenly shouted in a low voice, "Speak! How long has it been!"

  "There is, there are two incense sticks."

  "Very good." The King of Lanling faintly praised her and asked: "Was it your adoptive father who told you to hide inside?"

  The girl didn't dare answer this sentence.

  Although her face was pale and she didn't respond, the King of Lanling completely understood. His sword slowly rose. Along with his gesture, the girl who had a sword pressed against her throat, couldn't help but lift her chin, and then lift it again...

  Although her outer skirt had fallen to the ground, although her snow-white neck and waist were completely exposed before him, although her twin peaks were shaking as if about to break free from the constraints of her bodice... his hand grasping the hilt of his sword didn't even tremble once.

  Suddenly, Langling Wang's voice rose, and he shouted abruptly: "Speak!"

  This one word, so murderous and stern, so awe-inspiring! The young girl had never experienced such an atmosphere before, she let out a sharp cry and involuntarily replied: "Yes, yes!"

  As soon as the two words were spoken, the girl slumped to the ground, staring at the blood-colored sword tip that was swaying in front of her eyes. At this moment, all the girl's romantic dreams and fantasies had vanished, and she burst into tears.

  The King of Lanling took a step forward and strode towards the door with an air of elegance.

  No one dared to stop him anymore.

  He watched him walk out of the yard with big strides, and when the maids were stunned, the manager suddenly came out from a corner and saw Lang Ling Wang, he hastily called: "Lang Jun, Lang Jun."

  In the midst of the shouting, Langling Wang stopped in his tracks. He turned around, cold and detached, looking down on the official with an air of superiority. Just as the official was breaking out in a cold sweat under Langling Wang's piercing gaze, Langling Wang's elegant yet icy voice slowly emerged, "Please inform your governor that the adopted daughter he prepared to give me is far inferior to my wife in beauty. High something really doesn't match up, it's better if he just keeps her for himself." His lips curled slightly, a hint of a smile but still icy and piercing, "Oh, by the way, please remind your superior that I have always hated schemes and plots. If there's anything on his mind, he might as well speak clearly. This kind of behavior has put me in a bad mood, who knows if the sword in my hand will obey me or not!"

  Having said that, he went away with a flourish.

  As he watched the King of Lanling leave, the steward was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and shouted: "What are you still dazed about? Hurry up and see Mr. Liang! Hmph, can't even handle such a simple matter, let's see how you'll take care of yourselves!"

  A moment later, in front of Liang Xian, a group of people knelt down in a dense crowd.

  "Useless thing! Useless thing! Can't even deceive a young man with a fresh face, what's the use of you?" As soon as these words came out, Liang Xian's face turned white as snow, she collapsed to the ground, covering her face with her sleeve, and began to sob and cry in shame and sorrow.

  The middle-aged servant woman seemed to have some status, she stepped forward half a step and said in a low voice: "Master Lang, this is not Ah Xue's fault. I've grown up so big, but I haven't seen such a man before, the charm of women may not work on him."

  Liang Xian heard this and paused for a moment, then waved his hand, "Get out, get out, don't cry to the point of annoying people."

  After startling everyone away, he walked up to the desk and wrote a letter on silk, shouting: "Take this and deliver it to Duke Jing of Qi! Hurry!"

  "Yes."

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  After leaving the Cishi Mansion, Langling Wang went straight to the main courtyard.

  In front of the warm charcoal stove, Zhang Qi was embroidering. The firelight shone on her face, making her whole small face white and tender, with a reddish glow, even the scars that had faded in color seemed to be shining with a soft light.

  These days, under his threat, Zhang Qi eats a bowl of mutton every day. Not only has she regained all the weight she lost, but she also seems to have gained some more. This morning, he saw her standing in front of the copper mirror with a worried look on her face, pinching her little belly while muttering to herself.

  Feeling a chill wind blowing in, Zhang Qi raised her head. Seeing it was the Prince of Lanling, she slowly stood up.

  Ignoring her every time she looked at him, that extremely complex gaze, the King of Lanling walked directly to her front, sat down on the couch beside her after, he drew out the sword from his waist and slowly wiped it.

  His sword-wiping motion was elegant and calm, his figure sitting on the couch cast a particularly quiet shadow.

  Finally, after a moment of silence, he waited for Zhang Qi's surprised voice, "How did you change your clothes?" She bit her lip and said again: "This dress doesn't fit, is it someone else's? What happened?" Her eyes were wide with excitement as she stared at him.

  The King of Lanling slowly raised his head.

  He glanced at Zhang Gui with an expressionless face and said lightly: "Just came from the governor's mansion of Jingzhou." Seeing Zhang Gui leaning against himself, listening carefully, King Langling slowly said: "The governor of Jingzhou sent a note, which clearly stated my identity, so I went to see him. Unexpectedly, I didn't see the person, but was suddenly splashed with wine by the maid..."

  As expected, when Zhang Qi heard "suddenly splashed with a body of wine", her eyes suddenly widened, her eyebrows also raised, not only did she listen more seriously, but there was even tension in that expression.

  This woman is extremely sensitive.

  Collecting his thoughts, Lang Ling Wang continued: "The place where I changed clothes was a bit out of the way. I took off my clothes and was about to put on this set when suddenly I heard a woman's scream from behind me. It turned out that Seventh Young Lady of the Censor-in-Chief's Manor was also changing clothes there, and she collided with me while her clothes were still disheveled..."

  With a sudden movement, Zhang Qi stood up.

  Seeing her wide eyes, the King of Lanling lowered his eyelids, he slowly took over a wine jug on one side, elegantly sipped a mouthful, and the movements in between were as smooth as clouds and flowing water, really beautiful to the extreme.

  He didn't say a word, just quietly savoring the fine wine, as if he had forgotten that his words were left unfinished. Zhang Qi pressed her lips together, but couldn't help asking in a small voice: "And then?" Suddenly, her throat was a little dry, "What happened next?"

  Before she finished speaking, her eyes were already brimming with tears. In the gaze she gave him, there floated up again that boundless resentment and indignation, and hatred...

  The King of Lanling put down his wine cup and said slowly, "There was no afterwards. I held my sword to her throat, and she confessed everything. It turned out that she was the Governor of Jingzhou, and her adoptive father had hidden her in the house waiting for me to arrive. This was a trick they played on me, using the beautiful woman tactic."

  It was an ordinary sentence, but how did Zhang Qi hear that there seemed to be a hint of complacency in his tone?

  She looked at him suspiciously. Oh, his eyes were shining brightly, as if he was really waiting for her praise.

  Taking a closer look again, the one sitting next to her was still upright and stern, majestic and powerful, with an expressionless face - the great general. It seems that it was just an illusion earlier.

  Although it was an illusion, Zhang Qi thought for a moment and still felt that he should praise him. After all, compared to before, he had made too much progress.

  At this moment, Zhang Qi stepped forward lightly. She knelt down in front of him and picked up the wine jug in front of him to pour a cup of wine for him. With her jade hand holding the wine, Zhang Qi looked at him gently and said: "Chang Gong has worked hard, come on, take a sip."

  Soft voice, mixed in this warm room, how intoxicating is it? The King of Lanling's lips uncontrollably curved up, took her wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

  Lanling King's voice unknowingly lowered and softened as he put down his wine cup, "Ah Qi, how about dancing a dance for me? That Spring Day Dance." His tone was gentle, with a hint of entreaty and begging.

  Zhang Qi left with her head down.

  Seeing her like this, Langling Wang said in a pot-like tone: "Is my performance today not worth a single dance?" The disappointed young man's voice was filled with depression.

  Worth it, worth it*, but she hated him as deeply as the ocean!

  Seeing Zhang Qi's eyes welling up with tears again, the King of Lanling wanted to reach out and help her wipe them away. His hand stretched out halfway, but stopped in mid-air. He suddenly stood up, but then felt that his movement was too sudden and loud, so he said softly: "Don't cry if you don't want to jump."

  Just as he was about to leave, he turned back and said, "A Qiu, help me change clothes."

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