Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

These things, he had never seen before, but they were still very familiar.

It was as if he had really lived here with a person before, she would lean by the window, with a thin quilt on her body, and watch it leisurely with a book of poems in her hand.

And he was either looking at the official document or looking at the military book.

The two would occasionally exchange a few sentences, but even when they were not speaking, they were peaceful and the years were peaceful.

They will be the envy of everyone.

He is King Xun.

She is……

Zhan Mijiang suddenly recovered.

He put down the book in his hand with a gloomy expression.

He hates her so much, why does he still think of her now?

These so-called traces of life, wanting to cheat is also simple, after all, he has been away from the palace for so long.

Although he explained this to himself in his heart, Zhan Mijiang did not see her again for a while.

It was not until the end of autumn and early winter that her feet were so thorough that Zhan Mijiang appeared in front of her again.

This time his face was full of solemnity and indifference.

He had been tracing the truth of Qi Yishu's death before, but at the end of the tracing, he found that shortly before Qi Yishu's death, Princess Xun had seen her in the palace. Apart from that, Qi Yishu had never seen any outsider next to her.

Zhan Mijiang stood in front of her with a calm face, looking at the people in front of her.

She raised her eyes at this time, a pair of eyes calm and quiet, not even a little turbulent.

Zhan Mijiang finally put away his scrutiny gaze.

He sat down and asked: "When Concubine Hui recruited you into the palace for the last time, what did you say to her?"

Hearing Zhan Mijiang's question, she was stunned.

Everything that happened at the time was under his control, and thanks to his control, she was able to see the true face of herself as a "close friend in the boudoir".

But why did he ask this suddenly at this time?

Didn't he remember that the last side of her and Qi Yishu was simply designed by him.

Seeing her not speaking, Zhan Mijiang nodded and walked forward.

He slowly tied her to the chair during her resistance.

Afterwards, he slowly cleaned the person in front of him.

Since he came back, she has been getting thinner and thinner day by day, and she looked very pitiful when she was tied to the bench.

Zhan Mijiang didn't show any mercy.

He walked on her body and asked softly in her ear: "What did you go to the palace that day? What did you tell her?"

Being unscrupulously played with like an object, she bit her lip firmly, closed her eyes tightly, and refused to raise her eyes to look at him.

It seems that as long as this is the case, it is possible to pretend that the person in front of her is not Zhan Mijiang.

Zhan Mijiang is familiar with her body and can easily make her tremble all over.

The seemingly delicate girl stood firm and refused to speak.

Zhan Mijiang's eyes darkened, and finally released her from the chair, then he pressed her onto the desk, picked up the brush on the pen holder, and stained it with a little ink.

"Go ahead, or I won't really let you go." He whispered, and then painted her with a brush like painting.

The black ink was spreading on her fair skin.

She still closed her eyes tightly and her lips tightly.

The brush in Zhan Mijiang's hand all the way up.

She finally let out a soft snort, just as Zhan Mijiang was about to say something, the people under her opened his eyes.

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