The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

"Sister Yan, I...I am your mother. Please beg Princess Mingzhu to let her spare me this time." Although Mrs. Ji was begging, she still looked like she couldn't let go.

In fact, it didn't matter to Luo Liyan whether she let it go or not.

Let's not talk about her feud with the original owner. Just because she dragged herself out of bed, they still have to settle this debt.

"Mrs. Ji, my biological mother is the eldest princess He Lun, and you are just my stepmother. If my father marries someone else, my nominal mother will naturally be replaced by another person."

Luo Liyan's words were like a slap, hitting Mrs. Ji's face hard.

She was angry and hateful, and her eyes were ferocious as if she wanted to peel off Luo Liyan's skin and bones.

It was a pity that the original owner might be frightened by her appearance, but the more she acted like this, the more Luo Liyan felt that he could not give her any chance to turn around.

This time, it was not a good thing to be able to get rid of Princess Mingzhu directly with the help of Princess Mingzhu. Luo Liyan had no reason to stop her.

Although it is said that a stepmother who remarries is still a stepmother, her foundation is not stable, so it will be easier to deal with than Mrs. Ji.

"Well, my cousin has a clear idea. How can we, the royal family, recognize some cats and dogs as relatives?" Su Shurong nodded with satisfaction, and then the two secret guards dragged Mrs. Ji away without saying a word. go out.

Everyone immediately trotted to follow.

Luo Liyan was helped to stand up, then called another maid to fetch water for herself, and not only quickly picked out her clothes, but also changed directly.

But as soon as the jacket was taken off, he felt that the probing gaze behind him seemed to become more intense.

She turned her head and looked at Yi Shurong curiously, "Cousin, why is your face so red?"

Taking two steps forward, Luo Liyan lit her toes, trying to put her hands on them.

But Yi Shurong immediately took two steps back, her cat-like eyes shining with a cold and distant light, "My cousin is so sick, she is so bold and bold."

When Luo Liyan heard this, she smiled so much that her eyebrows arched up. She felt that although her cousin was extremely arrogant and domineering, she was a bit dull.

"We are both girls and relatives, there is nothing to be shy about." She lowered her head, and her looming chin outlined a soft line.

Yi Shurong's red lips pursed into a straight line, and suddenly slender fingers gently clasped her shoulders.

The cold touch made Luo Liyan couldn't help but shiver, and he quickly held her hand, "Cousin, why are your hands so cold? Could it be that you are cold?"

Luo Liyan wrapped her hand in his own, rubbed it gently, and then breathed out again.

"My cousin is much taller than me, and you can't wear my dress, so why not wear a cloak. I made a red maple cloak some time ago. Although the embroidery work on the fabric is not good, the red maple is still beautiful." It's a new idea, I wonder if my cousin will dislike it." She raised her head slightly and looked at Yi Shurong eagerly.

That slightly pale little face was filled with sincerity.

This made Yi Shurong unable to say it out if she wanted to refuse.

Her long and fine eyelashes trembled slightly before she said, "Since it's my cousin's embroidery job, let's take a look."