Lin Qinghan's eyes suddenly gleamed with a cold light, her ten slender fingers unconsciously tightened the brocade handkerchief she held.
She finally understood—under heaven, the only one who could easily take the life of that eunuch dog was the true dragon emperor seated within the nine-layered palace.
Upon this realization, she suddenly released the handkerchief, a bewitching smile blossoming at the corner of her cherry lips.
Since the Crown Prince was indecisive, then she would personally deliver herself as a tempting bait into the hands of the one who could most threaten that eunuch dog's life.
The Crown Prince merely regarded her as a toy, hiding her in this villa, claiming it was for her protection, but Lin Qinghan would never be a caged golden canary's weak woman.
How could she be trapped in this confined space for a lifetime, watching helplessly as that old eunuch villain ran rampant in the capital, getting away with it?
