Furthermore, this year has truly been one of misfortune for her.
In such a short period, she was first attacked, then abducted; there's probably no Princess more unfortunate than her.
Mo Zhaozhao turned her head, wanting to see who dared to make a move against her. But since she was held from behind, she could only see a dark Yun Jin Clothe, nothing else.
Wait, this clothing looks somewhat familiar.
Before she could think further, she was taken to the Fei Pavilion in the garden.
Layers of soft veils hung in the corridors of the Fei Pavilion, beautiful like a fairyland.
Mo Zhaozhao became dizzy and nauseous from the rough handling. Just after being released, before she could catch her breath, someone grabbed her chin and lifted it, and a dark, dangerous, and incredibly handsome face appeared before her.
The young man's eyes narrowed slightly, with a formidable ferocity in his ink-like eyes.
"Yun Wanye, are you out of your mind? Let go of me."
