"Silver needles? Silver needles?" Lu Wenyun was a little flustered. She didn't understand what Yan An meant by asking her. Did he discover something? She didn't dare to think any further.

“It was for self-defense, and it has always been in my hair. I was out of my mind to shoot the silver needle at the Regent Princess. Please forgive me, Your Highness. No, please punish me. Please give me a quick death.”

Lu Wenyun's body trembled violently, cold sweat dripping from his forehead mixed with blood as he begged for death while kowtowing.

Yan An wasn't initially sure if there was something wrong with the silver needles, but now she's absolutely certain.

“Lu Wenyun, do you know, I only suspected there was something wrong with these silver needles before, but I wasn’t sure. But your current appearance confirms my suspicions.”

Lu Wenyun couldn't believe that she had exposed everything even though she hadn't done anything.

"No...no, there's nothing wrong with these silver needles. They're the ones I always use for self-defense, there's nothing wrong with them..."

Fear made Lu Wenyun's lips tremble, and even his voice became shaky as he shook his head, denying everything.

"Since you say there's nothing wrong with this silver needle, then let me ask you, what kind of poison is on this needle? When was it applied? What will happen if someone pricks it?"

A suffocating atmosphere filled the air, and the entire cell was so quiet that Lu Wenyun's violently pounding heartbeat could be heard.

Of course, she didn't know what kind of poison was on the silver needle, let alone when it was applied. At this moment, Lu Wenyun's mind was filled with that person's words, and with a forceful clench of her lips, blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, she bit her tongue and committed suicide."

Just as An Si sensed something was wrong, he rushed forward, but still couldn't stop Lu Wenyun. An Si was somewhat annoyed, having followed the prince for so long, yet he hadn't discovered her intention to commit suicide earlier.

Yan An stepped forward and gave Lu Wenyun an injection to stop the bleeding.

"It's alright, you can go out now."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Seeing his lord and princess so calm, An Si knew that the princess must have a plan, so he led his men out of the prison.

"I can't even have a simple interrogation; even God won't let me relax."

Yan An complained as he led Yue Xiyuan and Lu Wenyun into the operating room.

"She has a very low tolerance for stress; she can't even handle this level of interrogation."

Yan An shook his head helplessly. This was still not enough. He had first been struck by his palm and then tortured for a long time. It was already quite remarkable that he had been able to endure it for so long.

"But she actually dared to bite her tongue. How painful that must have been! In that respect, she's much better than that Second Prince who just happened to be passing by."

"An'an, will we still be able to conduct interrogations normally after the tongue is reattached?"

"Yes, but it will affect pronunciation to some extent," Yan An explained to Yue Xiyuan while preparing for the surgery.

"In fact, biting one's tongue to commit suicide is not actually a way to die. Strictly speaking, it is the bitten tongue and blood that are aspirated into the trachea, causing suffocation, or one's own blood clotting disorder that leads to excessive blood loss due to the inability to stop bleeding. Therefore, biting one's tongue to commit suicide is not an instantaneous death. Moreover, this method of suicide is difficult, painful, and has a low success rate, requiring a great deal of willpower and ruthlessness."

"This shows that Lu Wenyun must have someone behind her. The person who gave her the silver needles must have said or done something to her. Otherwise, why would she interrupt my questioning by biting her tongue to commit suicide? If it were anyone else, she would probably have really taken the person behind her to the ground."

After Yan An finished speaking, he did the final touches, "All done!"

Wol Seok-won rested his chin on his hand, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he gazed tenderly at the composed woman before him—the wife he would protect for the rest of his life.

"An'an, can any kind of person be saved?"

"Long durations are not acceptable, poison in the mouth is not acceptable, other cases depend on the situation."

Yan An naturally understood what Yue Xiyuan meant, especially since in this dungeon, during the interrogation, there were quite a few people who wanted to bite their tongues and commit suicide. If they could be saved, many questions could be answered.

Yan An took the Tianshan Snow Green tea that Yue Xiyuan had already brewed and sipped it. She had been busy all night.

Yan An then collected some water from Tianshan Mountain and fed some to Lu Wenyun.

"Alright, the water from Tianshan will speed up the healing of her wounds, and she should wake up around tomorrow."

Yan An took out some potato chips from the cabinet, opened the bag, and popped them into her mouth in one swift motion.

"Yue Xiyuan, who do you think is behind Lu Wenyun?"

Yue Xiyuan's lips curled slightly, and his obsidian-like eyes shone with a soft light as he stared at Yan An, whose mouth was full of potato chip crumbs, and gently wiped them away with his hand.

"Didn't An'an already have this idea?"

“Then I’ll count to three, two, one, and we’ll say it together. Three, two, one… Prince Heng.”

"Prince Heng".

The two of them blurted it out.

"I knew that old guy was full of hot air! Yue Xiyuan, did you find out something?"

Yue Xiyuan went around to Yan An's back and pulled her into his arms. His smooth chin rested gently on her shoulder, and he smiled slightly. "No, we didn't find anything."

"The fact that this person cannot be found further proves that there is something wrong with him."

“There is indeed a problem. This Prince Heng is too clean, especially in the years since his legs were crippled. The Dark Pavilion can only find out that he has been recuperating in the Prince’s mansion, but nothing else.”

"It seems we've encountered a formidable opponent. But it's alright, no matter how formidable he is, he's not as formidable as my Yue Xiyuan."

Yan An gently lifted Yue Xiyuan's chin and gave him a light kiss on his jaw.

Yue Xiyuan felt her hair brush against his face, and then her soft, cool lips brushed against his earlobe, like touching a fresh flower petal. Caught off guard, a shiver ran down his spine. He froze for a moment before reacting.

He turned around and pressed Yan An against the wall, holding her tightly. Yan An seemed to feel his burning passion.

His hand slid down her back to her waist, and he gently kissed her forehead, eyes, and the tip of her nose, finally landing on her lips. In that instant, they both forgot everything around them.

Outside the dungeon, An Si paced back and forth anxiously. "Why hasn't the Prince and Princess come out yet? Has something happened? Do you think the Princess can save that woman?"

The two people, currently enjoying their sweet romance in the space, were completely unaware of how anxious An Si was outside.

After all, the most important thing is to "create wealth" in the space!