Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss

Bai Ye sat idly on the table tasting tea, ignoring the cold and beautiful man who was suffering from the bed and rolling around.

Xue Changqing shook his head helplessly beside him. How could this rescuer be made like a victim, the master was indeed a wonderful flower.

After a while, the overstretched American beggar stopped the commotion and opened his eyes quietly, lying in bed to calm down.

Bai Ye put down the bowl, poured another new one, and sat slowly to the bed with the bowl and handed him.

He glanced lightly at Bai Ye, reaching for the tea bowl.

Suddenly ...

His hands can move?!

The beggar sat up to drink the tea, jumped up again, and ran to the table to take another drink.

The action was done in one go, and there wasn't even a sense of stiffness.

This is the panacea absorbed by 10%. The effect is amazingly amazing. The effect of 10% difference is like the sky and the ground.

"I am no longer crippled." This was the first time the beggar entered the room.

Bai Ye nodded and said in agreement: "That's right."

His mental qualities were exceptionally sturdy, and only a moment of joy passed by, but his expression returned to calmness in the blink of an eye.

"You are an alchemist."

His tone was not a question, but affirmation. This made Bai Ye despise the soldier's head involuntarily. With his thinking ability, how could he be a lunatic?

"Well." There is nothing to deny the alchemist, anyway, she has now changed her status.

But she is more certain that this person is at least a child of an official family, and noble temperament is undoubtedly exposed between words.

"can you help me."

Although the tone is still as calm as before, it sounds more like a command tone. Funny, Bai Ye feels nothing wrong or harsh.

She hooked her lips and interrupted: "I want to know how I call you."

He hesitated, flashing undisguised complexity in his eyes, and tangled for a long time before slowly saying: "My name is Han Shaoqian, is it ridiculous?"

Han Shaoqian?Is he Han Shaoqian?!

"Changqing, go, wipe me his face clean!" Bai Ye did not rush back to him, but let Changqing fetch water.

When a flawless white jade face appeared clearly in front of Bai Ye, her memory returned to the past.

This face is right!

Han Shaoqian, the eldest son of Empress Nan Zhaoxian, the eldest son of the emperor who is considered by the world not to be aggressive, is still alive!

Xue Changqing knew that the two might have important matters to discuss with each other, and excuses were avoided.

She asked God, "You are the eldest son of the emperor? But aren't you already dead?"

She remembered what Han Shaolin said at the time, that the eldest brother failed to seize his daughter and hanged himself in the prison.

"Oh, die?" He snorted: "I'd rather die like that. Just the dog emperor I said killed the father and robbed the country, don't you believe it?"

"I just think this sentence is a bit interesting before I bring you back. If you want me to help you deal with Han Shaoling, then I can readily agree."

"why?"

Han Shaoqian did not expect that the other party could be so happy, Tonggu Dan, which can only be refined by the four-star alchemist. If he helps him, he will be able to get a revenge.

"He killed my family and destroyed me. This hatred is not shared." Bai Ye told the truth, and also guessed that Han Shaoqian's limbs and bones could not be separated from Han Shaolin's beast.

"I was in prison, and I saw the whole process of the cruelty of the father emperor to death."

Han Shaoqian closed his eyes in pain and fell into memory.