Han Zhou spoke the last two words very softly, pausing slightly in between.

Han Zhou is so smart that he could easily figure out what Wen Yan and Su Lang did while they were drunk at Chunfeng Tower that night.

But then again, no matter what they do or say... Xiao Heye and Han Zhou definitely won't care.

But those two words must never be uttered. Also, Wen Yan's other identity must never be revealed.

Because everyone in Yong'an City knows what this name means.

Even on his deathbed, the late emperor probably still kept the name Lin Yan in his mind.

...

Upon hearing those two words, Wen Yan froze, her face turning deathly pale.

She opened her mouth, but said nothing more.

Before this, Wen Yan would have considered the bond she shared with Su Lang over their one-night stand and wouldn't have wanted things to come to this.

Now, she has only one thought in her mind.

That is, Su Lang must die.

Wen Yan frowned slightly, and beneath her loose, gauze-like long sleeves, an extremely thin and long silver needle suddenly appeared between her index and middle fingers.

She walked lightly to Su Lang's side, her handsome face now bearing a touch of cold elegance.

Everyone says that Wen Yan is beautiful, kind-hearted, and has superb medical skills.

But few people in this world know that Wen Yan is actually a cunning and ruthless beauty.

For a doctor, saving lives and taking lives are both just a matter of a single thought.

The more skilled a doctor is, the more adept they are at killing people silently.

This is precisely why Xiao Heye and Han Zhou value Wen Yan so much.

The fingers holding the silver needle were raised and slowly brought closer to the Baihui acupoint on Su Lang's head.

You should know that this one injection could cause Su Lang to die unconsciously in his sleep.

But just as the silver needle pierced Su Lang's hair, before it even penetrated his scalp, Wen Yan's wrist was tightly gripped by Han Zhou.

Just moments ago, Han Zhou was sitting on a chair not far away, but in the blink of an eye, he leaped lightly and silently appeared in front of Wen Yan, stopping the murder.

The blue robes fluttered, and the candlelight in the dungeon flickered for a moment before returning to its previous steady state.

The orange light shone on Han Zhou's sinister and cold face, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He was clearly a bloodthirsty killer, but at this moment he seemed to have become a kind and benevolent bodhisattva.

He chuckled and said, "Wen Yan, this man should not be killed."

"Why?!"

You'll find out soon enough.

Han Zhou gripped the wrist tightly, then carefully snatched the silver needle from Wen Yan's hand. With a flick of his wrist, the silver needle fell to the ground and disappeared without a trace.