Meng Tianluo was kicked to the point where he obviously suffered a lot, but after all, he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his martial art was not weak, and he returned to normal in no time. Seeing that Zhao Ling was showing no mercy to him, he was even more angry, approaching her step by step, the anger in his eyes seemed to devour her.
"You bitch, dare to plot against this king!" Meng Tianluo gritted his teeth and slapped Zhao Ling in the face, hard.
This slap packed a punch, and a few red marks appeared on Zhao Ling's left cheek instantly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. This was a fair skin that could be broken so easily, and this red marks were particularly dazzling.
Zhao Ling didn't cover her face or wipe her mouth, just stared coldly at Meng Tianluo who was on the verge of losing control, keeping vigilance so that she could be ready to go at any time.
Zhao Ling seemed to possess martial arts too, and although her own skills were not weak, the original owner was too petite and obviously not a match for Meng Tianluo. The attack just now was only successful when he was unprepared. If he insisted on using force, she could not guarantee that she would be able to escape safely.
If she had a dagger in her hand, maybe she could still succeed by attacking his vital parts, but unfortunately, because of the palace banquet, she did not bring her scalpel with her.
Just when Meng Tianluo rushed towards her again, an angry voice came from outside the cell door.
"Brother Tianluo, why are you bullying Sister Zhao?"
Before he finished speaking, a tall and burly figure quickly ran into the cell, blocking Zhao Ling like a hill.
Hearing this voice, Zhao Ling knew without looking that it was Meng Tianlin.
Meng Tianlin looked at Meng Tianluo angrily, as if he wanted to fight him desperately.
Although Meng Tianluo had never set his eyes on his younger brother as a threat, he was still afraid of his innate divine power. If this childish big man went crazy, he would not be his opponent either. And as soon as he calmed down, he also realized that, after all, this was a prison, and it was not good for him if things got bigger.
Thinking of this, he could only suppress his anger abruptly, staring at Zhao Ling for a long while with sullen eyes, then he walked away angrily.
Seeing Meng Tianluo leave, Meng Tianlin immediately turned to look at Zhao Ling. After seeing the red mark on her face and the blood on the corner of her mouth, he screamed loudly. "Sister Zhao, are you injured?"
"I'm fine, fourth prince, don't be afraid." According to Zhao Ling's assessment, Meng Tianlin's childish thinking could make him afraid when he saw the bleeding, so she comforted him aloud.
But Meng Tianlin quickly wiped the blood from the corner of Zhao Ling's mouth with his sleeve, and muttered unhappily, "Sister Zhao, do you not like Tianlin, why do you always call me the fourth prince? Why don't you call me Tianlin like Brother Yuan?"
Uh... Zhao Ling said that she was not familiar with it, and was not used to being so close to strangers. But for the sake of Meng Tianlin's innocence, she felt that it was all right, so she smiled and said softly, "Of course, Tianlin is very good."
"Really? Does Sister Zhao like Tianlin as much as Brother Yuan?" Meng Tianlin's face was elated.
Zhao Ling was also infected by his simple and direct emotions, nodded at him with a smile, and asked, "By the way, why did Tianlin come here?"
"Brother Yuan asked me to come. Brother Yuan said that you would be afraid if you stay in prison alone, so he want me to accompany you. Sister Zhao, don't be afraid. Tianlin has also stayed here, so it's not scary." Meng Tianlin slowly and smilingly comforted her.
Meng Yuan must be extremely worried about her being locked up here. He actually thought of asking Meng Tianlin to accompany her.
A warmth surged in Zhao Ling's heart, and her tone became softer. "Sister is not afraid, so if Tianlin sees Brother Yuan, he must tell him that elder sister is doing well here, so let him not worry, okay?"
"Yeah." Meng Tianlin nodded obediently.
Zhao Ling gave him an admiring look and continued, "Also, can Tianlin promise this sister one thing?"
"What's the matter, Sister Zhao, tell me." Meng Tianlin was very serious and curious when he saw what she said in a serious manner.
"Tianlin can't tell Brother Yuan about your first brother's visit here just now, because if brother Yuan knew about it, he would be very angry and sad. Tianlin doesn't want to make Brother Yuan sad, right?"
"Well, Tianlin won't say it. Brother Yuan is already pitiful enough. Tianlin can't make him sad anymore. But the eldest brother is really bad. Sister Zhao can rest assured that Tianlin will teach him a good lesson." Meng Tianlin, seeing the red marks on Zhao Ling's face, was filled with righteous indignation.
"Thank you Tianlin." Zhao Ling smiled. She was afraid that Meng Yuan would lose his mind and completely turn against Meng Tianluo after he found out. As Meng Tianluo said before now, he was the eldest son of the emperor after all. If Meng Yuan attackes him, she was afraid that he would be used by other people with ulterior motives, and he would be considered a rebel.
It was just that Meng Tianluo was very ambitious, he wanted to fight for the throne, and he regarded Meng Yuan as a thorn in his side. He was an extremely dangerous person, and Meng Yuan must be reminded to be more careful.
Also, she heard him talk about what happened seven years ago. Did he have anything to do with the Kinugawa massacre seven years ago?