"Shuotian..." Zhao Huiya couldn't help but shouted softly.

This sound made Jin Shuotian stop and looked over with impatient look. He saw the woman standing under the pear tree. After seeing who it was clearly seen, a heavy disdain and disgust flashed through his eyes, and he said softly: "It's the third concubine."

Jinyao's biological mother.

Jin Shuotian didn't have any good feelings at all, and even disgusted even more. At this moment, he even spoke sarcastically: "My name is also called by your lowly concubine?"

Zhao Huiya's face turned pale and her body trembled. She lowered her head and did not refute, knowing that she was not in control and said the wrong thing.

Seeing the woman like this, Jin Shuotian felt even more annoyed. After snorting coldly, he shook his sleeves and left.

Zhao Huiya looked at Jin Shuotian's back, her eyes suppressed the emotions that broke out at any time, her fingertips turned white, and she held the handkerchief hard.

a long time,

She took a deep breath, "Where is Jinyao living?"

The maid replied: "Young Master should... be in the guest room today."

"lead the way."

If it was not necessary, Zhao Huiya would never want to see Jinyao in her life, but what happened recently made her extremely uneasy.

But Zhao Huiya didn't need to go to the guest room to find someone, so she ran into the boy in white head-on halfway.

A clear and clean touch of snow sets off the figure of the young man Zhilan and Yushu, lofty and sparse and cold.

That temperament...

Not like an actor at all.

After seeing the boy, Zhao Huiya's pupils tightly shrank and her legs were soft. After forcing herself to calm down for a while, Zhao Huiya gritted her teeth and walked up.

"Jinyao."

The voice is unfamiliar and astringent.

It doesn't look like the sound a mother makes towards her children.

Jin Yao had just returned from outside, and there was a clean and shiny dagger hidden in his sleeve that was still wiped by his master when he saw blood. The young man's outline seemed cold and deep in the night, and he actually had a cold and bloody temperament.

After the woman walked in, she couldn't help but shrank.

Jin Yao's eyes were very indifferent. Even if the woman opposite was his nominal biological mother, she was still as frozen as a deep pool.

"Jinyao... If you don't go against your brother, there will be no good ending." When Zhao Huiya saw the boy's face clearly, she could not stop stunning and faintly layered disgust in her eyes.

When the boy was careless and clear tone, perhaps because the night wind suddenly became too cold, it brought out three-point playfulness, like a demon coming through the darkness: "Jin Shuotian?"

For some reason, Zhao Huiya's scalp was numb, but when she remembered her purpose and her recent concerns, she had to grit her teeth and continue: "Listen to my mother, Shuotian will inherit the Jin family sooner or later. Then he will be the head of the Jin family. It will be no benefit for you to offend him."

Seeing the boy indifferent, Zhao Huiya was anxious and her eyes turned red, "Don't you believe what my mother said?" Weiwei swallowed even more: "We mother and son have been separated for more than ten years, and I feel restless day and night. Do you know, I..."

The boy hung his long eyelashes and listened to the woman without any expression, and was very cold: "Have you finished speaking?"

When his words were interrupted, Zhao Huiya couldn't help but be stunned and bit her lip and looked at the boy.

Jin Yao looked at her indifferently, and his eyes were too cold-blooded, subconsciously causing Zhao Huiya to take a step back.

The boy's thin lips lightly opened, the sound quality is good but cold.

"roll."

The emotions in Zhao Huiya's eyes gradually became horrified and completely unbelievable, and she didn't react to such a word.

She is his mother!

How could Jinyao talk to her like this?!

How can it be...

Jin Yao was in a bad mood, and he was still indifferent when he killed the Tibetan mastiff who had just hit His Highness.

When he is in a bad mood,

Want to see blood.

The boy gently licked his thin and bright red lips with evil intentions in his eyes, and a decadent aura rose for no reason.

But now it's different.

Jin Yao's deep eyes as deep as ink bend, and the tears at the corners of his eyes were flowing with a slight shattering light.

He has His Highness.

The boy dressed like snow in white, walked towards the guest room, but when he passed by the princess's wing, his steps stopped there.

Jin Yao stood there from a distance, looking at the picture in front of the wing room, his expression was hidden in the middle of the night and it was unreal. It seemed like the dark and chaotic moments of alternating day and night, hazy and dangerous moments.

"Your Highness..." Hua Qi's red clothes were light and she looked more like a fairy in the night. Her fox eyes were hooked and raised, and her smile made Yao Zhi charm. She was obviously a man, but she was even more gorgeous than a woman. "My room is a little cold. Can you come to you?"

It's a very obvious hint and invitation.

Ranbai just opened the door, looked at Hua Qi, and listened calmly to Hua Qi saying this.

The princess was indifferent and showed no mercy: "Get away from me."

But the next second I refused, I saw the snow color in the distance, as clean and clear as the cold stars in winter.

Hua Qi paused for a while, feeling like a ray of light on her back.

He stiffened, turned around, and directly hit his deep eyes.

“…”

have to.

This matter will definitely not be done today.

Hua Qi pursed her lower lip, feeling a headache, and did not leave any more, but just said the last sentence to Ran Bai: "I like Your Highness very much."

After saying that, he left.

"When will I come back?" Ranbai ignored Hua Qi at all, but leaned against the door, looked at Jin Yao, and asked calmly.

The boy came over, and the darkness that had just fallen on his eyebrows disappeared, he said, "Just now."

Ranbai nodded, but vaguely took advantage of the night wind to smell the faint smell of blood floating in the air, which normal people would not notice.

But for people like Ranbai who are used to blood, they are very familiar with each other and can be noticed with a very keen eye.

Her gaze was frozen on Jin Yao, and she slid down for a moment, her tone was quite light, as if she was asking casually: "What's wrong with your clothes."

Jin Yao was slightly stunned, his heart almost jumped at that moment. When he lowered his eyes gently, he could see the blood splattering on his clothes.

It should have been accidentally touched when the Tibetan mastiff was dismembered.

At that moment,

There were almost countless excuses flashing through Jin Yao's mind, and he felt extremely stupid.

But his thin lips had just moved, and the sound had not yet been made.

The princess had already interrupted, probably because she was not interested and was in the mood to listen.

She turned sideways, gave up a position, "Come in."

"Let's take a bath here, let the servants take the clothes you change into this hall." Ranbai said calmly and carelessly.

The boy walked in, and the blood-red smear blooming on the hem of the snow-white clothes seemed to be a blooming rose. The tip of his tongue gently pressed against his upper palate and said yes.

The servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion brought new clothes and put the water down. They didn't dare to look at anything randomly, so they respectfully retreated.
Chapter completed!