Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback
Chapter 575: Mr. Lan, This Princess Has Taken a Liking to You.

Chapter 575: Chapter 575: Mr. Lan, This Princess Has Taken a Liking to You.

The light veil of Zhan Lan’s hat fell, and she stood up, saying, "Princess, I will go and fetch my brother."

Having said that, she stood up and left.

"Wait!" Princess Anyang called out to stop her, the two palace maids snapping out of their brief stupor.

They, too, were captivated by Mr. Lan’s dashing appearance. Having seen a glimpse, they could tell that this gentleman was no ordinary person.

Zhan Lan halted her steps.

Princess Anyang calmed her slightly excited emotions, her heartbeat gradually slowing down. When she looked at Zhan Lan, she remained as noble and composed as ever.

"Mr. Lan, this princess has taken a liking to you."

Zhan Lan did not expect the only daughter of the Emperor of Eastern Wei to speak so bluntly.

"What does the princess like about me?" It was the first time Zhan Lan had been liked by a woman, her heart as calm as still water.

Princess Anyang hadn’t anticipated Mr. Lan’s composure, leaving her momentarily at a loss for words.

Zhan Lan removed the veil from her head, her eyes looking at Princess Anyang with detachment, "Is it my face that the princess likes?"

Princess Anyang’s breath caught. Mr. Lan, with the veil removed, was dashing, his gaze cold and his bearing noble.

The eyes of the two maids behind Princess Anyang widened. How could there be such a handsome man in the world?

Princess Anyang felt a bit embarrassed. She stepped forward and approached Zhan Lan, saying in an irrefutable tone, "I don’t care who you are or what your family background is. It’s just that you, as a person, intrigue me greatly. Would you be willing to become a consort of mine?"

Zhan Lan smiled and shook her head, "Does the princess want me to serve people with my looks?"

Princess Anyang’s eyes darkened, "If you refuse, I have a hundred ways to make you agree."

Zhan Lan crossed her arms, his gaze boldly assessing Princess Anyang from top to bottom, making her suddenly feel a sense of shame.

The other party didn’t care about her being a princess but instead looked at her as if she were a courtesan.

"Bastard!" Princess Anyang’s cheeks blushed red, and she raised her hand to slap Zhan Lan.

Zhan Lan’s hand swiftly grabbed her wrist, pulling her forward, bringing their faces close.

Princess Anyang looked into Zhan Lan’s eyes, her ears turning redder and redder.

Behind her, the maids scolded, "How dare you!"

The guards immediately surrounded the private room, causing the Silver-faced Fox’s pupils to contract, wondering if Zhan Lan’s identity had been exposed so quickly.

It couldn’t be, his disguise skills were flawless. Apart from not being able to make a woman pregnant, Zhan Lan looked just like a man!

His fingers caressed the teacup, ready to give a signal at any moment to escape with Zhan Lan.

However, he then heard Princess Anyang’s voice, "Everyone, stand down!"

The guards, who had drawn their swords, sheathed them in unison and answered, "Yes, Princess."

Princess Anyang’s wrist was tightly gripped by Zhan Lan. For the first time, she felt the brute strength of a man’s grasp.

After a moment, with a gaze filled with contempt, Zhan Lan released Princess Anyang. She almost stumbled but was caught by her two maids, her chest heaving in anger.

"Princess Anyang, you are a princess of Eastern Wei, possibly a royal consort. When you asked me to become your consort earlier, the insult I suffered was the same as the way I looked at you just now."

Princess Anyang found herself rendered speechless by Zhan Lan’s words, feeling for the first time the urge to explain herself to someone.

Tears welled in Princess Anyang’s eyes. At twenty-five years old, this was the first time she had been reprimanded by a man.

Even her father, the Emperor, had never disciplined her this way.

All the consorts she kept obeyed her, feared her, flattered her. Only this man dared to criticize her!

"Aren’t you afraid of death?" Princess Anyang’s wrist ached, hiding the hand behind her back, her chin lifted as she threatened Zhan Lan.

Zhan Lan smirked, "Afraid? Of course, but Princess Anyang is the future royal consort. So many people are watching in Wangyue Building; a royal consort wouldn’t want to earn a reputation for indiscriminate killing, would she?"

Princess Anyang furrowed her brow as the other party stepped closer to her, her breathing suddenly quickening. Mr. Lan leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Besides, Princess Anyang is still pure. You should not keep so many consorts, it ruins your reputation."

Princess Anyang was stunned. Realizing something, when this man had held her wrist earlier, her long sleeve had slipped down, revealing the virginity mark.

Princess Anyang felt both embarrassed and angry. This man was too hateful; now she was the one being toyed with.

Zhan Lan looked at Princess Anyang’s embarrassed expression. At twenty-five, she had been too well-protected by her father and mother.

Her parents didn’t even want her to endure the hardships of becoming an Empress.

She was supposed to be the Crown Prince, but it was rumored her father intended to pass the throne to her younger brother’s son.

In a past life, Princess Anyang died a few years later, though it was unclear why.

But one thing was certain: Princess Anyang kept consorts not for pleasure, but to secure her own Empress position.

Her apparent promiscuity was all an act, and the real extent of her plans was unknown.

Zhan Lan didn’t harbor much hostility towards such a woman because she wasn’t a bad person; all she wanted was power—power that was rightfully hers.

The two maids behind Princess Anyang grew anxious. Today, the princess was very different from usual, clearly taken advantage of by Mr. Lan, yet why was the princess both angry and unresponsive?

"I have a few words I would like to say to the princess alone." Zhan Lan smiled.

"You may all leave now," Princess Anyang dismissed her maids.

The two maids, not daring to protest, bowed and exited, closing the door of the private room behind them.

Princess Anyang’s gaze toward Zhan Lan turned cold, "If you tell anyone what happened just now, this princess will surely kill you!"

Zhan Lan brushed down his sleeve, "Talking about a princess’s secret could cost a life. Do I seem like such a fool?"

"Moreover, princess, you can’t kill me." Zhan Lan looked at Princess Anyang with certainty.

Princess Anyang found her emotions entirely swayed by the man before her—a sensation she had never experienced.

This man was like an enigma, completely unfathomable.

Zhan Lan spoke softly, just loud enough for the two of them to hear inside the room, "You, princess, are someone who will fight desperately for what you want, no matter the cost. But I say, protect your life and don’t act unless you’re absolutely sure; otherwise, it’s just the rashness of a commoner."

Princess Anyang’s pupils contracted sharply. Even though they had only just met, he could guess her innermost thoughts. She was certain that this person was extraordinary, someone who could surely help her.

Zhan Lan’s gaze suddenly turned dark, "In Eastern Wei, some people are wary of your status. But it doesn’t mean there aren’t those with ill intentions. For example, right now, if I wanted to take the princess’s life, it would be as easy as pie."