Chapter 45: The First Plane Completed

"Your Majesty, it's windy. Please put on another coat so you don't catch a cold." Lu Lingjun brought over a black feathered robe and considerately draped it over Gu Yanjing's shoulders.

Gu Yanjing: ...Get out of here, don't stop me from showing off.

The tense atmosphere eased immediately.

Gu Yanjing looked down at him: "Have you thought it through?"

Nan Wan'er was in excruciating stomach pain. The dagger was right in front of her, and she gritted her teeth, trying to reach for it.

She was no longer the naive Nan Wan who had just transmigrated; she had experienced deceit and betrayal in love affairs.

Her biggest regret now is that she didn't listen to Gu Yanjing and killed Gu Shiyue directly. Otherwise, she wouldn't be in this miserable state now.

Indeed, in this world, only power and wealth are truly reliable. If she survives this time, she will never trust anyone again, including Gu Yanjing.

If Gu Yanjing heard her say this, he would definitely laugh at her without any politeness.

A leopard can't change its spots; that perfectly describes a woman like Nan Wan'er.

They always make grand promises, but they still fall for them anyway, without ever thinking.

However, before her hand could even touch the dagger, her other hand had already snatched it away.

Gu Shiyue knew he couldn't die. Even if he couldn't escape today, he had to live, because only by living could he have a chance.

Moreover, the child in Nan Wan'er's belly might not be his, and Nan Wan'er even drove his beloved Wan'er to her death.

Nan Wan'er deserved to die.

Nan Wan'er's expression changed. She looked up and saw Gu Shiyue holding a dagger, and her heart turned cold.

But she still cried through her teary eyes, "Gu Shiyue, I'm carrying your child. How can you be so heartless? He's your first child."

Sure enough, Gu Shiyue's originally firm gaze wavered.

King Qi knew his son best. Seeing his son's hesitation, he immediately shouted, "Yue'er, kill her! Don't be so soft-hearted!"

Gu Yanjing watched as the dawdling below started again, and became somewhat impatient.

This is so tedious, just like a TV drama, dragging on for half an hour straight. It's really messed up. If you're going to die, just hurry up and get it over with.

Lu Lingjun knew Gu Yanjing's temperament best, and gave a wink to the guards below.

The guard immediately slapped Prince Qi across the face, causing his face to swell and become red, and his speech to become slurred.

In her haste, Gu Shiyue wanted to rescue the Prince of Qi, thus exposing herself to Nan Wan'er's gaze.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Nan Wan'er scrambled to her feet. She wasn't a real young lady from this world, so she rolled over and pulled out the phoenix hairpin from her hair, then stabbed it into Gu Shiyue's back.

Gu Shiyue, being a martial artist, dodged to the side. Nan Wan'er missed her target and fell heavily to the ground; it seemed the child was beyond saving.

"Wan'er." Gu Shiyue looked at Nan Wan'er, who was clutching her stomach in pain, and finally softened. She couldn't help but squat down to help Nan Wan'er up.

However, just as he held Nan Wan'er in his arms, he suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart.

It was Nan Wan'er's hairpin that pierced her heart.

"You're lying to me?" Gu Shiyue looked at Nan Wan'er in her arms in disbelief.

"You lied to me first." Nan Wan'er looked at the mask on Gu Shiyue's face and fiercely stabbed the hairpin in further.

Gu Shiyue coughed up a mouthful of blood, which was black.

"You were already on guard against me; you even put poison on the hairpin."

When Nan Wan'er killed someone for the first time, she was startled, dropped the hairpin in her hand, and couldn't help but back away.

She didn't apply poison; who did this?

how so.

Why did things turn out this way? Why did what she thought was love turn into tragedy, why did she lose her child, and now even her life?

Nan Wan'er covered the wound on her neck; the bloody gash had turned inside out, and it was quite gruesome.

Gu Shiyue, holding the dagger, pulled Nan Wan'er into her arms again.

"Wan'er, Wan'er." Even if you die, you will die with me.

Gu Shiyue still can't figure out whether he loves the Nan Wan'er who chatters around him now, as noisy as a sparrow, or the quiet and gentle Nan Wan'er from the past.

He couldn't tell the difference anymore.

Gu Yanjing yawned, looking bored: "That's it?"

As expected, it was the ending I had foreseen; it was utterly uninteresting.

Lu Lingjun chuckled: "If Your Majesty finds it boring, then you should leave as soon as possible."

Gu Yanjing glanced again at the two people below who were holding the already cold bodies, stretched, and left with the system in his arms.

As for what will happen to this plane of existence next, that's none of his business.