Upon hearing this, Yan Li tightened her grip slightly and moved a little closer.

But at that moment, as if he had planned it all along, Wen Shaoxing grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.

"Didn't you want to redeem yourself? Today, I'll give you that chance, how about it?"

The little devil in Yan Li's heart trembled, utterly afraid to move:

"Isn't that enough?"

"I really have no such intention."

Wen Shaoxing seemed not to understand, "But I remember you said last time that you were mine in life and in death, so why don't you listen to me now that you're still alive?"

"There is only one outcome for those who misbehave."

"Did you see that?"

As he spoke, he grabbed her chin, turned her head, and made her face the 'muddy' corpse on the ground again.

A threat?

She knows this well.

"...What does Your Highness wish me to do?"

A moment later, Yan Li turned her gaze away from the muddy puddle and looked at Wen Shaoxing, as if she had made up her mind.

"Climbing into bed."

The next moment, Wen Shaoxing's words caused Yan Li's brain to shut down completely.

Yan Li: ?

What did she hear? Was it that shocking?

It's probably not going to work. She's been sharpening her sword on that cold stone for fifteen years, a full fifteen years, year after year, day after day, day after day. She's killed at least fifty, if not a hundred.

Her heart had long been as cold as the snow on an iceberg.

The person in his arms was as stiff as a stone. He lightly brushed her lips with his fingertip. "What, don't you know how?"

Clearly, in Wen Shaoxing's eyes, Yan Li should be a killer who knows how to use her looks. He couldn't deny that he had strange thoughts after just one glance at her.

Even after half a month apart, the longing did not dissipate; in fact, it intensified and became increasingly uncontrollable.

He's just a bodyguard, a servant. Why is he so concerned about him? Perhaps it's because he's never had him before that he feels something is different.

Wen Shaoxing's status meant he wouldn't take Yan Li's wishes seriously, nor did he think she would resist, so he simply waited for her to throw herself into his arms.

However, Yan Li did not seem as happy as he had expected. In fact, his face was full of confusion, and there was a hint of other emotions in his cold eyes.

Let's just call it helplessness.

Indeed, given her identity, she was destined to live a life hidden from the public eye. If something were to happen to her now, he would naturally not tolerate her continuing to live a life of public exposure and companionship with the sword.

Thinking this, Wen Shaoxing's fingertips slowly moved down, landing once again on her neck. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

His eyes held no emotion, but rather the gaze of someone eyeing prey, fixed intently on Yan Li, awaiting her reply.

"If Your Highness requires it, this subordinate can learn it." Yan Li's heart was already working at full capacity. After a pause, he continued tentatively:

"I just wonder whose bed Your Highness wants me to sleep with? And whose body does Your Highness want me to kill?"

Yan Li considered himself to be a dutiful and responsible person. Even though he knew that his master's behavior had gone too far, he still kept his duties in mind and remained loyal to his post.

Even when it came to climbing into his bed, which went against her principles, she didn't refuse outright, and instead considerately acted as his tool.

She was terrified that he would label her as disobedient and have her dragged away and chopped into mincemeat.

Thinking of this, Yan Li felt that her intelligence had once again taken over. She was too clever. What master would be willing to kill a bodyguard as obedient as her?

But it was this honest answer that almost broke Wen Shaoxing's guard. He had been on guard against everything, but he hadn't been able to anticipate Yan Li giving such an answer.

Whose bed did you climb into?

Whose bed does she want to sleep with?

Isn't what he said clear enough?

Or perhaps she wanted to sleep with the master she admired? That's why she was in such a hurry to redeem herself, and even though he made such an unreasonable request, she could accept it so calmly?

No wonder they're willing to learn even if they don't know how.

Wen Shaoxing was not the kind of person who would willingly plant a tree for someone else to enjoy the shade. Once again, the thought that Yan Li's heart belonged to someone else made him lose interest.

Looking at Yan Li in his arms, whose eyes still held a hint of eagerness, his gaze darkened further. He gritted his teeth and said, "What are you going to learn? You can't even climb into bed properly, yet you want to do things for me?"

Wen Shaoxing was still seething with resentment, but seeing that she remained unmoved and even looked at him innocently, he finally couldn't hold back any longer, let go of her hand, and flicked his sleeve, saying:

"Get out of here."

Don't even think about using him to climb into someone else's bed.

He thinks the monthly payment for her is too high and needs to be reduced. She's always running away and her heart has become wild. Does she even remember that she was trained as a death servant by the Wen family?

The answer is obvious.

Upon hearing this, Yan Li froze, her mind blank for a moment, as if she had just heard a beautiful melody.

It truly lived up to the saying, "It's like listening to celestial music, and my ears are instantly enlightened."

She leaped out of Wen Shaoxing's arms with lightning speed, landed lightly, avoided the muddy area, and headed straight for the doorway.

Go and embrace the roof beams.

Embrace the vast distance between master and servant.

Yan Li was happy, but it made Wen Shaoxing, who had his eye on her, grit his teeth.

Don't let him know who stole her heart, or he'll chop him into mincemeat.