Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf

Song Jinglan looked down at her for a while before he reached out and touched her head gently. He asked with a soft smile, “Are you angry?”

Lin Feilu choked onto her own saliva for a moment, but still, she didn’t utter a single word.

His palm slowly moved back from the top, stroking the back of her head before finally pressing on the back of her neck, pulling her forward. He was not weak, so Lin Feilu plunged into his arms half an inch away from the window sill.

He lightly pinched the back of her neck with his fingers, seeming to be smiling, but not having any emotions, “Is the Princess reluctant to let him die?”

Lin Feilu smelled the faint yet cold scent on his body as she murmured twice and stretched out her hand to push him away.

Song Jinglan let go of her unexpectedly, which made her gasp, but placed his hands on the back of her neck as if he was locking her in an embrace and looked down at her.

Lin Feilu’s heart was beating very fast, frightened by such a strange and somewhat eccentric Little Pretty Boy. But the paradoxical fact remained that she was not afraid of him since she knew very well that he would never hurt her.

Supporting his chest with her two small hands, she leaned back. Her gaze met his cold eyes when she looked at him with her head half up.

Lin Feilu sighed, “Your Highness, don’t do this.”

He smiled, “Do what?”

She said, “Don’t kill people indiscriminately.”

Song Jinglan looked at her for a while as the smile on his lips deepened. He lowered his head slightly, and his forehead almost touched hers, but they never came in contact. He asked softly in a discussing tone, “If the Princess doesn’t want me to kill him, you should know what to do, right?”

This incident was the first time they were physically so close to each other, so if she raised her head, her lips could practically touch his chin.

Lin Feilu froze and didn’t dare to move. She felt that his aura surrounded her entire body and magnified every sensory nerve in her tiny frame. He was still pinching the back of her neck with his fingers, rubbing gently with his fingertips. As if she was electrocuted, there was even a tingling feeling that ran through her scalp.

After trembling slightly for a long time, she stammered and said, “It’s…it’s just a rumour! I won’t marry him!”

Atop her head, he smiled and slowly let go of his hands.

Lin Feilu blushed and panted. She had never felt her heart beating so fast.

She understood that there was something in his words.

She wanted to ask something along the lines of, “Then if I don’t marry him, I’m bound to marry someone else too. Are you perhaps going to kill every last one of the candidates? Or am I to only marry you?”

However, she dared not ask.

She knew that he would give her an affirmative answer once she did. Despite that confirmation, she didn’t know if she would be able to do it. There were too many unknown factors ahead, and she didn’t want to completely seal her future overnight.

Fortunately, Song Jinglan didn’t force her to.

He withdrew his hands and stepped back a little. The night wind lifted the black hair he had tied behind as he morphed back into a gentle and charming young man.

Lin Feilu sighed involuntarily.

He smiled and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Lin Feilu glanced at him, a little depressed, “It’s nothing, I just think that the best actor award should be handed over to you.”

Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows.

She was silent for a while and couldn’t help asking, “Were those rumours true? You…killed your father?”

Song Jinglan smiled: “Yes.”

Lin Feilu, “…and killed many courtiers? Imprisoned the Prince?”

Song Jinglan lowered his head and brushed off the dust on the cuffs of his sleeves, “Yes.”

Lin Feilu stopped talking.