Their actions made Zhuo Fan a little confused. However, Priscilla's next move surprised Zhuo Fan even more. She turned around and pushed the door out again without any nostalgia. Only the two people in the cell looked at each other awkwardly.

"Hello Miss Ling." The iron gate closed again, and Zhuo Fan made a call. He pointed to the location of Hu Jinsheng's bed and signaled Ling Bingyan to sit down. In fact, when she entered the door, Zhuo Fan had already realized the identity of the visitor.

Ling Bingyan followed Zhuo Fan's gaze and suddenly became a little panicked when she saw the bed she contacted her purpose today. She looked like an ordinary shy girl, very different from the noble and indifferent daughter of the general in the past.

When Zhuo Fan saw her panicked expression, he suddenly understood that the other party had misunderstood his meaning. He was also a little confused. Logically speaking, he should not leave such a frivolous image to others. Ling Bingyan did not seem to be a woman who would associate it in this regard.

So Zhuo Fan felt that the only explanation was that Priscilla did something strange to Ling Bingyan or said something threatening to him.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan took the initiative to sit back on his bed board, and he pointed to the bed opposite again. Ling Bingyan knew that her performance was really embarrassing today, and Zhuo Fan saw through her thoughts. She had long been so embarrassed that she blushed with shame. She knew that Zhuo Fan had good intentions and still shook her head. When she thought of Priscilla who was still eyeing her outside the door, Ling Bingyan calmed down again. She spoke, without a trace of turbulence in her voice: "Zhuo Fan, I have a question to ask you, you must answer me the truth."

She didn't say I had a problem because the problem was told to her by Priscilla.

Ling Bingyan's shyness suddenly caught Zhuo Fan off guard. He touched his nose and nodded. Ling Bingyan looked at Zhuo Fan for a moment before continuing, "Who do you think is more beautiful than Priscilla?" Her voice was heavy and intermittent, as if it was carrying a considerable weight.

Zhuo Fan also knew that Priscilla was outside the door, and he had to consider the deep meaning behind the problem. "This is the so-called woman's jealousy."

Ling Bingyan's eyes were complicated and there were some expectations. I believe that when any woman encountered such a problem, she hoped that the answer in her mouth would be herself. Even if she thought so in her heart, but she didn't say it out loud, the woman would always feel a little regretful. But no matter how regretful it was, Priscilla threatened the lives of the whole city of Bentley and asked her to do three things. This is one of them. She didn't want Zhuo Fan to give the wrong answer.

"Isn't the result very obvious?" Ling Bingyan kept using her eyes to signal to Zhuo Fan.

"It's very obvious!" Zhuo Fan looked at the iron gate and touched his nose. "I think..." He dragged his voice and there was silence around him.

Ling Bingyan knew that Zhuo Fan had understood, and she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but she was still waiting for Zhuo Fan to give the answer.

Zhuo Fan suddenly turned his head and looked at the simple-dressed maid in front of him seriously.

"It's you."

"What?" Ling Bingyan's agile eyes were a moment of loss of consciousness. Her face covered by the veil was filled with unparalleled shock and confusion. But there was a trace of sweetness and joy growing in her heart. Under such circumstances, being able to hear the man she admired say such simple and sincere words made Ling Bingyan's hard heart fluctuate.

She looked at Zhuo Fan with a look of gentleness and shyness, and the cold voice also had a hint of softness: "Are you sure?"

Zhuo Fan stood up and nodded.

Thinking of Priscilla who could explode at any time outside the door, Ling Bingyan could only suppress the touch in her heart. She then did something that surprised Zhuo Fan. She said nothing, but just silently removed her veil. The movements were neither gentle nor beautiful, but they possessed a special rhythm, a rhythm called firmness. Zhuo Fan felt this rhythm, and his heart beat inexplicably. He knew that the girl in front of him was indeed very excellent and worth cherishing.

After taking off the veil with her right hand, she habitually tied her long hair, and her black hair swayed, and the veil was powerless to fall on the floor of the cell.

Zhuo Fan's eyes fell down with the veil, and he stared at the wrinkled veil without saying a word.

Ling Bingyan approached the only light source in the cell, as if she wanted Zhuo Fan to see herself thoroughly. Under her veil, there was only an ordinary face, and her agile eyes could not add a hint of such a face. Such an ordinary face, let alone a wealthy lady, even ordinary citizens could not be proud of it. Even such an ordinary face, which was covered with a layer of veil, made countless emperors fascinated. If Lance knew the truth, what expression would he have?

Priscilla really didn't deceive Lans at that time, and Lans also gave his final answer.

It is such an ordinary face. After being rumored by everyone, it is a bit ironic that it actually holds such a striking title as the Cold and Beautiful Rose of the Empire. If the people knew her true face, they would definitely be disappointed.

"Are you disappointed?" She looked forward to seeing a disappointed expression on Zhuo Fan's face, which would be the best result.

"It's you."

Ling Bingyan felt that she was hit hard, which made her almost unable to stand. In fact, she was really unable to stand. At this time, Zhuo Fan's mental power gently wrapped her up. She stabilized her body, but her heart swung violently. Such gentle surrounds seemed like a hug from a lover, giving her a moment of illusion. She was somewhat expecting that this was a real hug. After all, she was just a woman, not as cold and strong as she looked. When she independently took over the lives of the people of Bentley City, she was so fragile. Her fragile disguise had been completely stripped away in front of Zhuo Fan. Now she saw Zhuo Fan, she suddenly felt that she had a support.

At this time, the iron gate suddenly twisted, leaving a clear and delicate fist mark on it. This was obviously a masterpiece made by Priscilla when she heard the disappointed answer and vented her anger. I am afraid that if she used harder, the ten-centimeter-thick iron gate would be broken.

Zhuo Fan looked at the iron gate and his mood was inevitably a little ups and downs. He swallowed the words he had just reached the mouth. He knew that Priscilla's personality was not so easy to deal with. But he obviously couldn't do it by letting Ling Bingyan bear the pressure alone. This had no connection with the other party's appearance. He did this just to help the other party take some responsibility and let her let go of some. This had nothing to do with the relationship between men and women. What he wanted to say might be just out of friendship, impulse or tacit understanding.

Now Priscilla is like a bomb that can be detonated at any time: "...Be prepared to die, you two."

If this continues, Zhuo Fan is worried that he will inevitably die. He suddenly added, "But...Prisilla is more perfect."

As soon as this sentence came out, the storm outside the door seemed to calm down. After a while, Priscilla's angry voice came: "You finally told the truth. Miss Ling, I still have some things to deal with. You have to do the remaining two things, and I will be back soon."

As she said that, her voice had already drifted away.

While walking, Priscilla whispered to herself: "I didn't expect that Bentley and other desperate guys would take the initiative to attack my subordinates."

Hu Jinsheng, who was dragged by her, smiled and said, "You may be a good person."

...

There were only two people left in the cell.

Ling Bingyan is in a little confused now, but very satisfied. This satisfaction is not out of vanity, but from the sincere appreciation of the person she likes. She may not have realized it, but she has equated Zhuo Fan with love in her heart.

There was no stool in the cell, and Zhuo Fan felt that it was a bit strange that both of them were standing. He made a "please" action and sat back on the bed. Looking at Ling Bingyan's ordinary face, Zhuo Fan still felt pleasing to the eye. Even without a moving face, this comfortable temperament remained unchanged. Priscilla said that there were two more things, and he didn't care about his eyes betrayed his curiosity.

Thinking of the remaining two things, a faint blush climbed on Ling Bingyan's face. Fortunately, the light was dim and Zhuo Fan didn't care. Ling Bingyan checked her body and took out a small bottle from her inner pocket of her clothes. The bottle could be held in one hand, and it was engraved with exquisite blue and white patterns.

"The second thing is drinking." Ling Bingyan walked to Zhuo Fan, holding the porcelain bottle in her hand, and she was hesitant, as if the wine bottle in her hand was not a wine bottle but a poison.

Zhuo Fan took the small bottle in one hand and drank it all in one breath.

“Where is the third one?”
Chapter completed!