In an instant, the bridal chamber became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After a long while, Wen Shaoxing, clearly unable to bear the cold violence, kissed Yan Li's lips again as if to prove something. The calmness in his eyes had faded, and they were faintly red.

Yan Li didn't want to continue doing these meaningless things, and whether she cooperated or not was not important to Wen Shaoxing.

Can you calm down?

After a while, unable to bear it any longer, Yan Li bit Wen Shaoxing's lip until it bled, then pushed him away and retreated to the bed. Looking at the slightly stunned Wen Shaoxing, she tried to explain herself:

"I don't care about the position of Empress, I just hope that you..."

"If you don't care, why bring it up again and again?" But Wen Shaoxing didn't give Yan Li a chance to finish speaking before interrupting her.

Yan Li: !? If she weren't still herself, she would have doubted her original intentions because of this. How did he come to such an outrageous conclusion?

"Ah Li," Wen Shaoxing's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had thought of something. He stopped beating around the bush and stared straight at her, "You want to enter the palace?"

At this moment, no one knows how Wen Shaoxing managed to resist the urge to grab her and teach her a lesson.

He glanced at her sideways, praying that she would give him the opposite answer, that she would refute him, that she would scold him, as long as she said 'no,' he would believe her.

But Yan Li fell silent again, even lowering her eyes, not even having the courage to meet his gaze, looking as if her thoughts had been guessed.

Wen Shaoxing was so angry he laughed.

"What does Ali want to do in the palace? Assassinate him?" He felt he had already reached his limit and couldn't help but get closer to her.

However, looking at Yan Li, who was curled up in a ball, Wen Shaoxing felt no intention of bullying her at all. Instead, he was extremely annoyed and even said some hurtful things:

"Or are you actually going there to be his favored concubine?"

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Li slapped Wen Shaoxing across the cheek, and bright red finger marks appeared in an instant.

Do you think everyone is like you?

"Wen Ji, I am your death servant, your blade. My duty is to protect you and live and die with you, but I cannot be your confidante."

A knife is a knife. Expecting a knife that kills to have feelings is a mistake from the start.

"Haven't you been doing quite well all these years?"

Why not continue?

Yan Li spoke indifferently, her eyes showing no fear, but rather, as Wen Shaoxing had always seen, they were cold and devoid of emotion.

But what he disliked most was Yan Li's appearance, as if he could never enter her heart, let alone gain any foothold in it.

Compared to Wen Shaoxing's somewhat weak questioning, Yan Li seemed to be taking the opportunity to speak her true feelings, and even reached out to push away Wen Shaoxing who was blocking her way, as if she didn't want to stay.

However, at this moment, how could Wen Shaoxing let Yan Li leave? He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms, while his other hand gripped her neck again, his fingertips sliding down to her vital points.

Listen to the throbbing coming from there.

Her heart was alive, but it was better if it were dead.

"So, Ah Li did it for me?" Wen Shaoxing's eyes darkened slightly, and he said softly, "Even if I don't want to fight for that throne?"

He looked down at Yan Li, who was unable to break free from him, and chuckled softly, with a hint of self-mockery: "Ah Li, you don't have to be my confidante, but you can't trample on my feelings."

“I will wait for you, and I am willing to wait for you, but you cannot go to his side, even if I am the one who benefits from it.”

"Ah Li, this is not fair to me."

Wen Shaoxing disliked that cannibalistic place; in fact, he loathed it.

His mother was the lowest-ranking concubine in the palace and had not received imperial favor for more than ten years. Until one day, the old emperor favored her and unexpectedly became pregnant with his child.

But his mother did not love him; in fact, she hated him and tried to strangle him several times for no reason, just out of pure hatred.

They even considered burning him down along with the palace.

Later, she passed away peacefully with the palace, and he was saved by the then crown prince, who was also Wen Ziyu's father.

The elder brother, who was already the crown prince, did not seem worried that a young son would threaten his throne. He treated him well, asked the Grand Tutor to teach him, allowed him to attend political affairs, and stood up against public opinion for him.

Wen Shaoxing once thought he was his good older brother, until the fall from the horse, when he unexpectedly learned about the person behind the scenes and realized his older brother's true intentions.

It turns out that his elder brother wanted to shower him with all the precious things in the world, whether it be fame or wealth, and then push him into that abyss, so that he would be scorned by the world.

Let the world know that, as sons of the dragon, he is the rightful supreme ruler, while Wen Shaoxing is nothing more than a rat in a corner, barely surviving, yet relying on him to live like a human.

Unfounded malice made everything seem perfectly logical.

After this incident, his elder brother thought he was too young to remember, so he continued to act, but secretly instructed the imperial physicians to poison him, hoping to cripple his legs completely.

He thought his plan was flawless, and even pretended to visit the Prince's mansion several times, unaware that the imperial physicians had been controlled by his poison and were poisoning his medicinal meals every day in order to save their own lives.

Even after just six months, when his body was completely drained, no one suspected him.

Even on his deathbed, he foolishly believed that he would remember those feelings, treat his son well, and do his best to assist Wen Ziyu.

He was even relieved that he hadn't killed him, but only crippled one of his legs, so that his son would still have a blood relative to rely on in the world.

That's just wishful thinking.

He insisted that everything he cared about should be lost, whether it was the throne or the country, it should all be burned to ashes like the great fire in the palace that night, never to be recovered.