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Yan Li suspected that her ears were broken, otherwise how could she have heard such outrageous words from Wen Shaoxing's mouth?

So, she couldn't refuse?

"Your Highness, forgive my impertinence, but are you still thinking clearly?" Yan Li stammered out what he most wanted to say.

She strongly suspected that Wen Shaoxing had some kind of mental problem.

Wen Shaoxing didn't mind Yan Li's rudeness and simply said calmly, "Yan Li, I am very sober now."

"I have never been more lucid than I am now."

Yan Li's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she could not hide the surprise in her eyes.

"Ah Li, you can choose for yourself. Do you want to stay here, or go out with me?" Wen Shaoxing didn't intend to give Yan Li too much time to consider.

"If I choose to stay, Your Highness will..." Yan Li's mind hadn't quite processed what was happening; she was simply instinctively trying to escape.

Wen Shaoxing: "If Ali chooses to stay, I will have to spend time with her every day."

Yan Li: "..."

Just as Yan Li was speechless, a burst of laughter, loud enough to shake the heavens, suddenly came from the water dungeon.

The two couldn't help but look towards the source of the laughter, and unsurprisingly, they saw the assassin who had been locked in the water dungeon after that night.

He was looking at the two of them and laughing loudly.

Just when Yan Li thought there was no big problem, the assassin spoke up without fear of death.

"Wen Shaoxing, you are a joke. I never thought that the once proud son of heaven, the object of countless noble ladies' desire to climb up, would now be reduced to a state that even his own dead body despises."

"You really are a damn cripple."

The assassin, seemingly suicidal, roared at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with sarcasm and mockery, as if he wanted to transform into a thousand thorns, piercing Wen Shaoxing's heart and leaving it riddled with holes.

Yan Li didn't dare to say a word, but Wen Shaoxing happened to hear what she said.

"So, Ah Li despises me for being a cripple?" Wen Shaoxing didn't even glance at the assassin in the water dungeon, but his hands under his sleeves clenched slightly as he stared directly at Yan Li in front of him.

At this moment, Wen Shaoxing didn't care about what others thought; all he cared about was Yan Li.