sure towards Yan Wenbin.At least, he ordered dishes that she could eat, although they were a little plain.However, for her now, just being able to fill her stomach is enough.Ming Sihan listened to Yan...When Qin Nianxia thought of this, she immediately got out of the big bed. She went to press the handle on the door and found that it wasn't locked, so she opened the door and walked out.

Outside the gate there were two guards, but they weren't the same two men from last time.

The guards saw her and bowed respectfully, but they made no attempt to stop her.

Qin Nianxia bravely walked out, and the guards indeed did not intercept her.

Thus, the little beggar was already certain that she would not run away again.

Even if she ran away, the little beggar had a way to make her come back obediently.

Oh—

She really saved a wolf in sheep's clothing!

Later, Qin Nianxia wandered around the palace and found that no matter where she went, there were guards and maids following her.

He must also have been acting under the orders of the false prince.

When she returned to her room, the fake prince was already there, waiting for her with a meal prepared.

"Tired from shopping, come over here and have something to eat." The fake prince beckoned her over.

Qin Nianxia pursed her lips and sat down. Looking at the table full of Western food, even though this fake prince was catering to her preferences, she still didn't have any good feelings for him.

This man was watching her finish her meal, and he even picked up a handkerchief to personally wipe the corners of her lips.

Luckily, she straightened up afterwards and dodged his touch.

"I asked the Grand Tutor to choose three auspicious days for my wedding, and I'll let you pick which one you like best." He handed Qin Nianxia three red papers with dates written on them.

"Are you going to have your wedding here" Qin Nianxia asked.

The master smirked, "Of course."

"I want to go back to Linhai City!" Qin Nianxia suggested.

The black master frowned.

"If you disagree, there's no point in talking," Qin Nianxia said arrogantly.

The Blackmaster's brows furrowed. “That’s not my turf, I can’t guarantee your safety there.”

"But I like that city and I'm looking forward to a beach wedding," Qin Nianxia lowered her eyes slightly, "You forced me to marry you, can't you even satisfy this small request of mine"

After a long time, Hei Zhu finally replied, "Okay."

Qin Nianxia suddenly smiled happily.

The Black Master still thought he had won her favor by agreeing.

In reality...

Qin Nianxia began to look forward to the day Leng Yanchen would come and steal her marriage, so she could properly deal with this little beggar.

"Since I agreed to marry you, shouldn't you remove the poison from me" Qin Nianxia continued.

Just as she was wandering around the palace, she discovered that both the library and the pharmacy had been sealed off. There was no way for her to detoxify the poison herself.

But she couldn't bring herself to ask to see her grandparents. Right now, the further her grandparents were from the palace, the better.

"You've had your gu cured and you ran off again How are we going to handle this" the black master asked, nonchalantly.

Qin Nianxia frowned and said, "You won't help me detoxify the poison, the venom will hurt my baby."

He subconsciously looked at Qin Nianxia's abdomen and reached out to touch it: "It's amazing, there's actually a little life inside here."

"Qin Nianxia really wanted to slap the man's icy hand away, but she had to bear it for now and started threatening him, "If the poison harms my baby, I swear I'll have you cut open!"

And at that moment, the black master let out a cold and sinister chuckle.

"Why are you laughing" Qin Nianxia frowned slightly.

The Black Master raised an eyebrow, feigning indifference as he stared into her eyes and said, "Do you know what the price of keeping this child is"s ready. She waited for the right moment, and as the man passed in front of her, she kicked out with her foot, striking his arm directly.The black pistol flew from the man's hand, tracing a parabola...