Pei Yunyi then gave Song Xizhi a deep look before following the council member into the hall.

Led by the Crown Prince, the arriving officials successively offered incense to the two generals and the Marquis of Loyalty.

They then finished their vegetarian meal at the temple.

After dinner, it gradually got dark.

Pei Yunyi sat alone in the side room, looking at the gloomy sky outside. He then used his lightness skill to sneak into the side room where Song Xizhi was.

He bent his index finger and tapped it lightly twice on the door frame.

The door in front of Pei Yunyi was quickly opened, and a bright face appeared before him.

When Song Xizhi saw the person in front of him, he was not surprised and a smile appeared on his face: "You've come?"

"I was originally planning to go see you."

Pei Yunyi frowned slightly, stood at the threshold without going in, and then asked, "What brings you here to see me?"

Song Xizhi hurriedly grabbed Pei Yunyi's sleeve and pulled him into the side room.

Pei Yunyi staggered slightly, then saw her hurriedly close the wooden door.

The woman's face was slightly flushed in the flickering firelight. She gave Pei Yunyi a serious look, then spoke:

"I have a feeling something's not right."

Pei Yunyi stiffened, then asked her, "What do you think is wrong?"

Song Xizhi reached up and rubbed his forehead, suddenly feeling unsteady on his feet again: "I don't know, I've been very careful the whole way, I don't know what's wrong..."

Seeing her like this, Pei Yunyi softened his tone and helped her to sit down on the soft couch.

He didn't know why, but the bedroom was quiet and he suddenly felt his body become quite weak.

At that very moment, the woman's soft, boneless body leaned against his chest, her burning wrists pressed against his skin, and she spoke:

"Don't smell it, don't smell it..."

"I suspect there's something wrong with this candle..."

“Yesterday He Jingyan confessed his love to me, and I didn’t accept… I suppose that’s why he tried to drug me in my bedroom…”

As the woman spoke, she seemed to be in great pain, collapsing onto him, her body limp: "I can't take it anymore..."

"I can't take it anymore..."

"How could he treat me like this... But I'm your woman..."

Pei Yunyi felt his body gradually heating up, and for a moment he seemed to become infatuated and confused.

His large, hot hand roamed over the woman's back, then moved to the nape of her neck.

And the next moment.

The woman felt a sudden, weightless force, and the world spun before her eyes.

Pei Yunyi's movements were swift and decisive. He pressed her down onto the soft couch without any mercy, and the next second, the cold hilt of a knife was pressed against the woman's fair and red neck, making the hairs on her body stand on end.

Then he spoke, his eyes bloodshot, veins bulging at his temples, each word seeming to be squeezed out of his throat:

"You are not Song Xizhi!"

Where is she?