Mrs. Xia Jiang held her child's hand and said, "Lan'er, you've managed to survive. The fifth princess is now a prodigal son. Not only does she want to marry you to give you a birthright, she is also preparing to name the child so that

The child will not be a pathetic person without a mother."

Xia Ranlan shook her head and said: "Lan'er doesn't expect too much. It doesn't matter whether you give me an identity or not. As long as the fifth princess recognizes the child and gives the child an identity, that's enough."

There was still a slight gap between him and Lan Jingluo. He was instinctively afraid of her. No matter how gentle she was, he could never forget the atrocities she had inflicted on him.

He was afraid that one day when she regained her memory, she would not only kick him and his father out, but also humiliate him again.

"Sir, your medicine." A boy knocked on the door, interrupting Xia Ranlan's thoughts that were getting further and further.

"Come in." He came back to his senses and said gently.

The boy lowered his head and brought the medicine to the front. Mrs. Xia Jiang took the medicine and said, "I'll do it. No need to trouble you."

After Xia Jiangshi finished speaking, the boy did not raise his head, but tapped Xia Jiangshi's acupuncture points very quickly.

"Help!" Xia Ranlan shouted loudly before being held hostage by the servant. Xia Ranlan was now regarded as a key protector of the princess's palace, and she summoned the guards in the palace with just that call.

At that time, Lan Jingluo was planning to go to Xia Ranlan's room to take him to see the child's grave, but unexpectedly he saw Xia Ranlan being held hostage.

The man holding Xia Ranlan hostage has sharp edges and corners, especially his cold eyes, which add a sense of coldness to his entire face. However, such a sharp-looking man is in line with the aesthetics of the 21st century.

, but it definitely does not conform to the aesthetics of the Qinghuang Dynasty. A man with this kind of appearance is at least average to the lower level in the Qinghuang Dynasty.

Within a second of seeing the man, Lan Jingluo concluded that the relationship between him and the original person was not about forcing him.

"Let him go!" Lan Jingluo pondered the identity of this man. The thin calluses on his hands meant that he had practiced martial arts. He was not afraid to be surrounded by so many women, which meant that he had been walking alone in the world for many years. Xia Ranlan is one

Civilians are unlikely to provoke such people, so he is here for you.

The man looked at Lan Jingluo and said, "Are you the fifth princess?"

"I am the fifth princess. Do you have a grudge against me? If you have a grudge against me, you can come directly to me and let him go." Lan Jingluo smiled and took a step forward.

The man's hand pinched Xia Ranlan's neck and said: "Tell your man to move away, or I will kill him."

"How dare a man from the world dare to act wild in the Fifth Princess's mansion? No one is allowed to retreat! The authority of the Fifth Princess cannot be destroyed by a man like you who is despised by the world! Mr. Xia, for the sake of the reputation of the Fifth Princess, I have to wrong you!" An

Yaoqi also looked at the man, and carefully discovered that the man had a broken palm.

In the Qinghuang Dynasty, cutting off the palm was a sign of harming the wife, because cutting off the palm would not only cut off the wife's wealth, but also her life.

Xia Ranlan seemed to have expected it, and was not surprised that An Yaoqi would say this. Her clear eyes did not cause any ripples, and were as gentle as ever.

"Everyone, step back." Lan Jingluo said calmly.

"Princess, do you know what you are talking about?" An Yaoqi asked excitedly.
Chapter completed!