The darling of troubled times: Zhu Yan plays the world

Chapter 545 The Real General Yi Is Dead 1
Yin Lan stopped in her tracks, turned her head to look at him, and said with a slight smile, "Then what do you want?"

"I just want to know, why did you choose to make peace with Yan Guo? Was someone forcing you? Or do you have any purpose?" General Yi said while staring at her.

Yin Lan looked back at him. For some reason, she always felt that his gaze was very familiar, which made her feel a little delusional.

She looked away and said softly, "No one forced me, and I don't have any purpose. Please don't make random guesses, General."

"Then why did you marry our King Yan?" she asked tightly.

"Why? General, you are asking too much. Since you want to know the reason, let me tell you that I have admired King Yan for a long time and want to marry him. What's more, if I marry, it will stop the war between the two countries. This is not the best of both worlds." thing?"

After finishing speaking, Yin Lan turned and walked into the room, so she ignored the other party's clenched fist after hearing her words.

At this time, at the other end of the corridor, a tall figure came over and slowly approached the man standing there stiffly.

"As a general, you should not interfere with these matters. What you should do is to protect the future Queen of Yan Kingdom and bring her back to Yan Kingdom Palace safely." Zhuang Yan looked at the man standing there and said less.

"I just want to know what purpose this woman has, and I don't want the country of Yan to be destroyed by a woman." The man said.

"Really?" Zhuang Yan smiled and said in a low voice: "Don't you want to get rid of her before sending her to the palace?"

"My responsibility is to protect her!" General Yi said coldly, and strode away.

Zhuang Yan looked thoughtfully at the figure that disappeared at the end of the corridor.

In the middle of the night, Yin Lan, who was sleeping soundly, felt very cold, her whole body was chilled, and she shrank her body into a ball.

A hand was placed on her forehead, the owner of the hand frowned, and then took it away.

Yin Lan, who was sleeping, felt a warm heat coming from her forehead, she reached out and grabbed the hot object, holding it to her chest.

"Cold...so cold..."

"Lan'er, you're cold, I'll get you some water." The owner of the hand tried to break free from her restraint.

"Don't go...Qi Yang...don't go..." Yin Lan murmured.

(End of this chapter)