Two men dressed in black knelt on the ground respectfully, like statues, not daring to blink.

The man in front of them was wearing a straight purple robe, his black hair was tied up with a hairband, his slender body was straight and proud, and his indifferent aura revealed his innate nobility, the Prince of Yin Kingdom

Ling Xuehan, like a god, makes people feel unattainable.

"Your Highness, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone have been delivered." A respectful voice came from outside the door. Ling Xuehan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he opened the door with a flick of his fingertips.

A man wearing the same clothes as the two kneeling men walked in. His body was trembling slightly as he walked over and handed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he was holding in front of him.

As soon as the tray was put down, his pupils suddenly shrank, and a dagger on his back penetrated his chest directly.

"Your Highness..." He turned to look at Ling Xuehan in disbelief, not even knowing why he died.

Ling Xuehan's face was expressionless, and he suddenly waved his hand outwards. The stern figure was outside in an instant. Several black shadows immediately came over and dealt with it without leaving even a drop of blood.

There was silence in the room, so quiet that the sound of falling to the ground could not be heard. Ling Xuehan's eyes swept over the two kneeling people without any warmth. When he saw that there was no change in their faces, he restrained his murderous intent.

"This is the fate of ignorant people." The extremely cold voice was like the biting cold wind in winter.

"Yes, Master." They both replied in unison.

That man just now deserves to die.

In this kind of situation, the master should not be called His Highness the Crown Prince. On the contrary, in another situation, the Master should never be called His Highness the Crown Prince. This is the rule.

Ling Xuehan's eyes flashed with satisfaction, he picked up the pen and coldly sketched on the rice paper.

Every time he sketched a stroke, the chill permeated his body.

It wasn't until the temperature in the room was enough to freeze all living things that he coldly put away his pen.

He picked up the portrait he had drawn with a swipe of a brush, and blew gently, and all the patterns on it dried in an instant.

With willow-leaf eyebrows, bright eyes and white teeth, exquisite contours, and half-black hair, the woman in the painting is exactly like Le Sang's real face.

With a cold snort, he suddenly threw the portrait in front of the two kneeling people, put his hands behind his back, and said in a deep voice: "We will find out all the details about this woman within five days. If we can't do it, you know what to do.

"

The cold and heartless words send chills down the spine.

"Yes, Master." The two of them agreed in unison without frowning.

When the prince gives an order, hesitation means death. Even if you can't do it, you must do it.

The difference between achieving the best and failing to achieve it is to die early and die later. From the moment they follow the prince, their lives are as dead as the prince's.

The night was swirling, and it was destined to be an uneventful night.

The next day, in the backyard of Prince Ning's Mansion, Le Sang sat coldly on the roof and played the piccolo in her hand. Her long black hair covered half of her face, and the exposed half almost took away the beauty of the exotic flowers in the courtyard.

Elegance.

She was lazy today and just applied the birthmark and did not apply other covering materials because she guessed that Dongfang Liyuan, who had not come to see her for two days, would not come today.

She narrowed her eyes lazily and sighed softly.

I've been researching for several days, but to no avail.
Chapter completed!