Banned from marriage for 100 days, hateful imperial dictatorship

  Shao Xuan leaned against the wall, one hand in his pocket and the other hanging by his leg, looking relaxed and content, like a well-fed wolf lazily staring at its prey, calculating where to make its move.

  "Did I say it was several questions?"

  "Master Shao, you've always been a straightforward person. You catch me once, I'll answer one question. If you want to know more, try catching me a few more times. Are you afraid that if you let me go this time, you won't be able to catch me again?"

  "Shao Ye? You even know this?"

  Obviously, the glint in Shao Xuan's eyes was not excitement, but danger and vigilance.

  This woman is surprisingly familiar with his situation, shouldn't he be a bit more cautious?

  "Is this considered a problem?"

  A faint smile crossed her pale face as she asked, she had to cut through the chaos quickly because her stomach was already unbearable, and she couldn't use the baby as a bargaining chip.

  "Never mind, let's just have some fun with Master Shao."

  Xiao Xiao let out a sigh of relief.

  Shao Xuan leaned down, his face close to her ear, a satisfied expression on his face that was not diminished by the dust and dirt behind him.

  "Who told you that there were words on the tree trunk?"

  He actually wanted to ask why he had to draw those characters. Why did he know she had a secret residence there? What was the relationship between her and him after all?

  "Don't try to deceive Shao Ye with nonsense. Since you know him, you should be aware of his temper. I want to know the truth."

  Xiao Xiao was almost obsessed with this tone, this is Shao Xuan, the Shao Xuan he loved, sharp and ruthless.

  A woman.

  "Who?" Shao Xuan hastily asked without much thought.

  Xiao Xiao smiled and took two steps back, tilting her head and saying: "This question, wait till next time you catch me to ask again."

  She took small steps towards Feng Chen Mo, her heart tightening with anxiety. She didn't dare guarantee that Shao Xuan wouldn't change his mind in the midst of his anger. After all, she was no longer Lu Xiao Xiao, and didn't even have an identity worthy of his consideration.

  Fortunately, Shao Xuan kept his promise this time and let her go.

  He slightly raised the dusty ink, and found that his fingers were icy cold. Looking at his face again, his complexion was not good either, his jaw clenched tightly, and his arm stiff like a stone.

  "Alright, let's go." Xiaoxiao picked up his coat and said softly.

  Fengchen Mo looked at Shao Xuan again.

  The latter's gloomy eyes stared at Xiaoxiao, making people feel a chill run down their spine.

  "Yè zhǐ shì ma, wǒmen hěn kuài jiù huì jiàn miàn de."

  Translation: "Is it Ye Zhi? We will meet soon."

  Xiao Xiao was almost drained of energy and endured the pain as he got on the car.

  "Drive."

  Xiao Xiao Dao, never willing to faint in front of Shao Xuan.

  Until the carriage drove out of the alley, Xiao's head tilted slightly and fell softly onto Fengchen Mo's body.