Ling Xuehan was actually the crown prince of Yin Kingdom, Ling Xuehan.

Le Sang's heart tightened, and he was thinking about whether Ling Xuehan could recognize him when he was covered with a veil, but he saw Ling Xuehan's dark and boundless eyes had already stared at him.

The tightly clenched hands in her sleeves suddenly loosened, and she stood still where she was, looking coldly at Ling Xuehan, who was walking in the rain.

She was convinced that he had recognized her

Dressed in purple, the light-colored oil paper umbrella has bead curtains rolling down around it. The person in the umbrella is like an unattainable divine envoy, arrogant, moving gracefully and elegantly.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Le Sang proudly withstood the baptism of the heavy rain, her soaked long skirt clinging to her body, revealing her curvy figure.

The things smeared on the face were washed away cleanly, and the white veil was stained by the rain on the skin. You could faintly see the face, flawless and perfect.

It's really you.

Ling Xuehan's deep black eyes clearly saw her face under the veil, and a thought flashed in his mind.

The strange thing is, looking at this woman who once damaged half of his physical skills and even insulted him verbally, he couldn't get angry, not at all.

A trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward, holding the oil-paper umbrella in his hand forward and placing it squarely on Le Sang's head.

The heavy rain suddenly stopped. Le Sang looked at Ling Xuehan who was very close at hand and raised his eyebrows: "Prince, what do you mean?"

"The rain won't stop for a while. Princess Ning is afraid she will catch a cold if she stands in the rain like this." Ling Xuehan's expression remained unchanged and his words were cold.

"Is that all?" Le Sang sneered, with an eye-catching color flashing in his dark pupils.

She didn't think this was a chance encounter.

Ling Xuehan looked deeply into her eyes without saying a word.

Seeing this, Le Sang didn't say much. He raised his hand and gently took off the veil on his face. His delicate and picturesque face was instantly revealed without any obstruction.

It was exactly what he looked like when he rushed to Songshan Mountain that night.

With a raised hand, the veil flew away in the rain.

Le Sang's red lips curled slightly, looking at Ling Xuehan's calm eyes, she half-smiled and said, "It seems that the prince has recognized me a long time ago."

Maybe that time in Jingming Palace, or maybe even earlier, he knew that the person who provoked him in Songshan that night was her, Lesang.

"If you recognize me, how can I not recognize you?" Ling Xuehan didn't hide anything and answered matter-of-factly.

Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle.

Le Sang was not too surprised when he heard this, but nodded in agreement.

Ling Xuehan has this ability.

After a brief pause, she suddenly asked bluntly: "So, when are you going to settle this account with me?"

How could a cold and arrogant person like Ling Xuehan swallow such a sigh of relief?

"Princess Ning is worrying too much." Ling Xuehan's expression was still cold and he said nonchalantly: "I didn't take what happened that day into my heart, so how can I settle the accounts."

"Ling Xuehan, it seems that you don't understand you as well as I do." A trace of contempt flashed in Le Sang's eyes.

If he doesn't take it into his heart, how could he not take it into his heart?

"Princess, you have a very high opinion of yourself." Ling Xuehan's cold face finally showed some emotion, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and he said firmly: "I am the only person in the world who understands me."

No one knows himself better than himself.

"In that case, I won't mention this matter anymore. I still have things to do, so I'll take the first step." After speaking calmly, Le Sang gave him a meaningful look and walked away.
Chapter completed!