Yan Li tried to dodge by turning her head, but it was no use. She had no choice but to speak up and stop her: "Lord, there is no such clause in our agreement, is there?"

Wen Ze didn't stop, and Yan Li, unsure whether he was pretending not to hear, spoke again: "Wen Ze!"

At this moment, all she could do was stare helplessly at the ceiling and ask meaninglessly, "Are you going to breach the contract now?"

Wen Ze's movements suddenly stopped. He raised his head slightly, his tone filled with a sense of grievance, as if he were the one being bullied and pinned down.

Why doesn't Ayan come to see me?

Yan Li was in a daze, wondering if she was still not fully awake, otherwise how could she have heard such words from Wen Ze's mouth.

She didn't come to see him, so who is the woman lying under him?

A ghost?

"Ayan, don't save the princess." Wen Ze's voice was hoarse as he whispered in Yan Li's ear, his tone as humble as could be:

"No matter how much gold and silver you want, I can find it for you. If you want power, I can help you with that too."

"I can give you everything that the princess can and cannot give you."

"Would you like to empty your heart and fill it with me?"

As he spoke, he slowly raised his head, and it was at this moment that Yan Li saw the appearance of the person in front of him.

Under the bright moonlight, those red eyes looked extremely eerie, as if they were being stared at by a wild beast, posing nothing but danger.

Yan Li: ...

She dared not speak; if she refused, would she be eaten alive?

Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, Wen Ze suddenly smiled.

It was an extremely soft laugh; if Yan Li hadn't been so afraid that this person would bite her again, keeping her on edge, she probably wouldn't have heard it.

"Ah Yan, I'll wait for the day when you only have me in your heart."

"Go back now."

The moment those words were spoken, Yan Li realized she could move again. She immediately got up and ran out the door without hesitation.

In the empty castle, the sound of footsteps going downstairs was extremely clear, and there was even a faint echo.

As if chased by a ghost, Yan Li didn't even have a moment's rest before running back to her room on the third floor in just half a minute.

Lying in bed, she closed her eyes, but her heart remained restless.

"We were wrong about you. You're just as heartless. You betrayed the princess, giving your true heart to someone else. Your wickedness can't be washed away; you don't deserve to be a warrior!"

A group of black, hairy balls covered in barbs rushed toward her.

Yan Li opened her eyes immediately after closing them.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she closed her eyes again.

'You damned liar, you dare to come back? You deceived us, you can't even protect your own heart, our princess doesn't need your help.'

Yan Li opened her eyes again, sat up in bed, and after a long while, sighed: Is this a plan to kill her?

But her heart still belonged to the princess.

Yan Li, refusing to believe it, closed her eyes again.

'The wicked witch has succeeded again. There are no truly sincere people in this world; warriors are all liars. Any warrior who tries to deceive the princess with sincerity will be punished by swallowing a thousand silver needles.'

Yan Li resigned herself to her fate and opened her eyes again.

Not long after, footsteps sounded again on the stairs, and Wen Ze, lying in the crystal coffin, awaited his 'warrior'.

Yan Li took off her shoes, climbed into the crystal coffin, and lay down beside Wen Ze. She took the hand from the side and placed it on her waist quite naturally.

Then he found a fairly comfortable position in the already narrow crystal coffin.

"You've won. Stop using your supernatural powers and let me get some sleep."

Yan Li knew that Wen Ze was not asleep. After returning to her room, she belatedly realized that although he had been telling her to leave, he actually did not want to. She just didn't expect her to leave so readily.

After his scheme was exposed, Wen Ze calmly pulled the person into his arms, but his ears were already red.

But Wen Ze, having won the heart of his beauty, didn't care about any of that. He held the person in his arms tightly and gently patted her back, as if comforting a child.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. Sleep peacefully."

I had no dreams that night.

Having awakened from Wen Ze's embrace, Yan Li was no longer embarrassed. She sat up and stepped directly out of the crystal coffin, walking out again, much like an ancient emperor visiting a concubine.

Wen Ze, who woke up at the same time as Yan Li, hadn't even had a chance to show off his charm before he saw Yan Li's departing back.

How heartless! Yesterday, when I needed him, I clung to him and wouldn't let go. Today, when I don't need him anymore, I won't even say a word to him.

Yan Li stayed in the room all day, and didn't come out until almost midnight. After glancing at a room on the fifth floor, she went straight down to the princess room.

Blood, it's blood, the blood of tens of thousands of people.

Princess, you are the princess of millions, are you now asking us all to be buried with you?

As before, she would receive a new hint the moment she approached the crystal coffin.

Just as drowsiness was about to strike again, Yan Li quickly drew the dagger she had prepared beforehand from her waist and then slashed her own arm without hesitation.

A gash appeared on her flawless white skin, and blood began to gush out, dripping down in a continuous stream.

The pain and the unease of blood loss eased the weariness in Yan Li's mind somewhat.

Without further hesitation, ignoring the need to stop the bleeding, she stepped forward and lifted the veil covering the princess's face with her fingers.

Yan Li was able to determine that the people in the first three crystal coffins were not the same because of their figures and the hands that were folded on their abdomens.

Now there's one more.

An unfamiliar face, yet with a familiar aura.

Yan Li was quite certain that she did not know the woman in the coffin, and the two did not resemble each other at all. However, a sense of familiarity overwhelmed her, and it even seemed to be conveying a message to her.

escape!

And she needs to escape quickly, escape the castle, if she wants to live.

In just a moment, Yan Li felt completely unwell, even terrified.

Just as she took a deep breath, wondering if she should risk kissing him to see if she could break the curse, her injured hand was suddenly grabbed, and her dagger was taken away.

His body was turned over, and his back was pressed against the crystal coffin.

Why did Ah Yan hurt himself?

Wen Ze walked in at some point, his gaze deep and unfathomable. He looked down at the still-bleeding wound and laughed in exasperation.

As he spoke, his fingers pressed mercilessly against the wound, "Or is Ah Yan tired of living, that's why he's so eager to die?"