The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

After taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor, Luo Liyan felt dizzy and wanted to sleep. Although Dawson still had many things to do, and Donald had not pressed into the palace for a long time, he was still reluctant to leave Luo Liyan in the end. It was far away, so someone set up a small table outside the door.

Then he sat outside the door and dealt with things. Every ten minutes, he would go in to see if Luo Liyan was sleeping well.

Luo Liyan slept for three full hours. When she woke up, she had been moved to a particularly magnificent hall.

Above the head are several huge crystal chandeliers, colorful glass windows, and the colorful murals, which makes people dazzled by the wealth.

Luo Liyan stretched out and felt that she was still wrapped in a quilt, and there was a big hand patting comfortingly outside the quilt.

"I...why did you carry me out?" Luo Liyan's eyes moved downward, and then she saw Dawson holding her.

"I don't worry about you sleeping alone." Dawson changed Luo Liyan's position in his arms to make her sleep more comfortable.

Only then did Luo Liyan see ten ministers with solemn expressions standing opposite her, and in the middle of them was Donald, who was tied behind his back.

Although it was not the ancient custom in China to kneel down at every turn, there were two guards looking at him fiercely, making him look very embarrassed.

What's more, there was a dark-colored shoe stuffed in his mouth, which prevented him from making any sound.

Luo Liyan guessed that Dawson was afraid that he would disturb her sleep, but she couldn't help but find it a little funny.

Since he was afraid of disturbing his sleep, why bother bringing him up?

However, Dawson probably wouldn't give Donald any chance to defend himself and would kill him directly, so it didn't matter whether he was allowed to speak or not.

"What's your situation now?" Luo Liyan looked back and looked at Dawson longingly.

She could feel that the atmosphere seemed to be deadlocked.

So...is there anyone who doesn't want to execute Donald?

"They want to hear Donald's explanation, but you were just sleeping, so I didn't let anyone let him go." Dawson's impatient expression completely dissipated, and a small amount of tenderness fell into his deep eyes, falling on Luo Liyan's body.

"Your Majesty, since Princess Minnie has woken up, can you give Duke Donald a chance to defend himself?" One of the ministers took two steps forward and asked eagerly.

Dawson gave him a cool look.

Although the pause lasted less than three seconds, it made the minister feel like he was being targeted by a demon.

But the words had already been spoken, and it was no longer possible to take them back, so he had no choice but to endure them.

"Um."

Dawson raised his chin at the guard, who immediately took the cloth out of Donald's mouth.

As soon as Donald's mouth was free again, he immediately yelled, "Dawson, I'm your brother, and you did this to me?"

"Brothers who don't share the same mother are enemies." Dawson didn't like Donald's hypocritical kinship.

Even though he was bullied at first, he never wanted to consider himself Donald's younger brother.

Now he wants to rely on his so-called elder brother status to drag things out for himself, which is a bit ridiculous.

"You..." Donald was so angry that he couldn't breathe smoothly.

But this was clearly not the time for him to lose his temper.