Too Many Husbands

Chapter 263 Finale: If Life Is Just Like First Sight (8)

"Did he make trouble in public?" She looked at him with a cold expression, without any emotion.

"Yes, it's this brat. You see, he messed with my hand and scolded our present empress. Your highness, the second empress, should punish him well—" Seeing the backer coming, the female soldier became helpless. He said it hesitantly.

"Really? I seem to have seen him..." Lan Ling looked at the cold man on the eaves and said thoughtfully.

Has his Ling'er finally remembered him?

However, the reality is cruel.

"Go, bring me the portrait of the suspect—" Lan Ling ordered coldly.

"Yes." The female soldier took the lead and handed over the portraits of the suspects one by one to Lan Ling.

Lan Ling opened the picture scroll, flipped through the portrait quickly, and looked at the man on the eaves.

"As expected, it's you, Yin Canyan. Someone here will arrest this Three Emperor's Rebel for me—" Lan Ling said sharply, pointing at the man sitting on the eaves.

Yin Canyan never thought that his name would be said so emotionlessly by her, that feeling was very painful.

"Yes, my subordinates took orders—" several female soldiers took orders and jumped onto the eaves to arrest Yin Canyan.

But Yin Canyan possessed unique skills, and saw a silver light flash in his hand, several silver needles aimed at the acupoints of several female soldiers with a frightening light, pinning them on the eaves.

Then he jumped off the roof.His long and narrow eyes looked at her sadly.

Lan Ling felt in a trance for a moment, and suddenly a voice reminded her what to do.

She dexterously approached Yin Canyan's side, and her slender fingers immediately touched several large acupoints on Yin Canyan's body, making him unable to move.

"Come here, tie him up—take him back," Lan Ling said coldly.

But for a long time, no one acted.

"However, Your Highness Second Emperor, Didn't Her Majesty the Empress say that except for the suspect Yingluo who wants to be captured alive, everyone else will be killed immediately when they see it, right?" A female soldier said cautiously.

"Nonsense, do I not know?" Lan Ling was annoyed by what the female soldier said, "Bring the sword—"

She held up the sword, aiming at his chest, ironic, isn't it?
But he recognized it, he recognized it with a weak voice, and he closed his eyes.

When the sharp sword in his hand stabbed at him, Lan Ling felt a voice in his heart saying, no, stop, or you will definitely regret it——

As a result, the edge of the sword deflected, and the sword dropped the veil covering the man's face, and the veil fell to the ground pale like a falling paper kite.

When everyone saw his face, they couldn't help being surprised and frustrated.

Yes, who would like to have ugly ink splashed on an originally exquisite and beautiful painting?

"You..." When Lan Ling saw the discordant scars on the man's face, she had a severe headache, and several pictures flashed, but they were blurred.

"Everyone else, don't talk nonsense, take him back to the mansion, and no one should have any objections—" Lan Ling said with a headache.

The others didn't dare to have any further opinions, so they forcibly tied Yin Canyan back to the mansion.

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The night was quiet, it was a night with a faint moon.

Two slender figures walked through the alleys like a maze,

"Hey, Li Mu, what are you doing at night—" Li Mu wandered around in the maze-like alleys, as if looking for an exit.

"Shhh, the officers and soldiers have been strictly investigating this place recently, and now we have to go out at night to find out the news—" Li Mu analyzed calmly.

"Oh, I see—" Mi Qingge followed Li Mu's figure.

Finally, after turning left and right, they finally saw the exit.

"It's the exit—" Mi Qingge got carried away with excitement, and jumped over quickly, but didn't want to.

"Oh, it hurts to death——" Mi Qingge seemed to have tripped over something, and fell to the ground.

"Wait, there seems to be someone here—" Li Mu followed closely, squatting down calmly.

Under the faint moonlight, the man's face was faintly visible.

"Isn't he the prince of Long Yiguo, Long Aoxuan?" Mi Qingge rubbed her sore buttocks indecently and said in surprise.

(End of this chapter)