Lance: ...

Authentic? He was too lazy to expose the fake.

After all, the possibility of Lu Ren being a crybaby is smaller than the possibility of the world collapsing.

It can even be said to be more terrifying than the collapse of the sky and the earth.

He couldn't even imagine what Lu Ren looked like when he cried.

But Lance saw that Wen Yu was so confident in her words, as if she had seen this happening while hiding under Lu Ren's bed.

"What you said is too outrageous and unreliable. You said Lu Ren is a little crybaby. Why don't you just tell me that you are the eldest princess?"

Wen Yu touched her chin and said calmly, "Okay, I am the eldest princess, you can kill me."

Lance: ...

Lance was speechless: "If you were like this, how could the Princess of Dasheng be known as a fool?"

"I am like this? What about me?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know. Aren't you waiting for me to tell me?" Wen Yu stared at him and said with a smile.

Lance said: "Full of tricks."

Wen Yu raised her eyebrows: "Just think that you are praising me for being smart. So I look like a very smart person, right?"

Wen Yu blinked and stretched out her hand, and Liuchun immediately handed her a small mirror.

She looked at herself in the mirror, touched her cheek, and sighed, "No wonder, I have a beautiful face that shows how smart I am."

Lance: ...

Wen Yu took away the mirror and looked at him with a smile, "What's with that expression? Am I not absolutely beautiful?"

Lance turned his face away and said nothing. He had never seen a woman praise herself for her beauty before.

Wen Yu sighed: "I understand, it's so beautiful that I can't speak."

Lance: ...

He couldn't help but pinch his brows, and the sleeve of his raised arm slipped down slightly, revealing the black iron chain on his wrist.

Wen Yu noticed it and asked curiously, "What's on your wrist? I didn't see you wearing this thing on your wrist last time I stripped you naked. A unique bracelet?"

When Lance heard the word "stripped naked", the veins on his forehead jumped and a look of indescribable sadness appeared on his face.

"It's the black iron chain from the Dali Temple. I can't break it, so I can only keep it in my hand."

Wen Yu was surprised: "Black iron chain? You call this a chain? This is more like handcuffs..."

But the Black Iron Cuffs are indeed not nice to hear. This name is most likely Jiang Qi’s masterpiece. After all, the names of the torture instruments in the Ministry of Punishment are all very beautiful...

Lance stared at the black iron chain: "Because this black iron chain is welded to the interrogation frame, and the interrogation frame is not made of black iron, it will take some effort to break, but this black iron chain..."

He paused halfway through his words, his expression somewhat complicated: "Only the Lonely Moon Sword can cut it."

Silent Moon Blade? Wen Yu raised an eyebrow.

If I remember correctly, the sword that Lu Ren always carries with him is called Ji Yue.

Sure enough, the next second Lance said: "It's just that the Silent Moon Blade is in Lu Ren's hand..."

Wen Yu blinked: "Oh, then you are in trouble. You will have to wear this thing for the rest of your life."

Lance: ...

At this time, Wen Yu noticed Huadian and grabbed his wrist, a little puzzled: "Isn't there a keyhole? Can't you just open it with the key?"

Lance naturally knew there was a keyhole, and he said, "The possibility of getting the key from Dali Temple is as low as getting Jiyue from Lu Ren."

"Not necessarily." Wen Yu said.

Lance narrowed his eyes when he heard this, thinking of something, "You have a relationship with the Dali Temple Minister."

Wen Yu did not deny it: "We may be friends, but I can't help you steal the key."

Lance didn't plan on that. It was already a great mercy for this woman not to cheat him. How could he expect her to help him steal the key?

At this time, Wen Yu suddenly said: "But if you can really assassinate the princess successfully, I can consider helping you steal the key."

"As a subject, why do you dislike your eldest princess?" Lance was a little puzzled.

There would never be such subjects in Xili.

"Of course, everyone who has seen her says she is beautiful, but I think I am the most beautiful woman in Shengjing City."

Lance: ...

Wen Yu smiled and said, "Anyway, if you believe me, go to the city gate at 5 p.m. and you will definitely be able to see the princess."

Lance shook his head: "How can I believe this side story you heard from somewhere?"

"I've already told you that it's authentic, but you still don't believe it. You don't understand the value of my information. I won't tell anyone else about it, okay?"

Lance was unmoved: "I've already fallen into your hands once. Who knows if there will be people from the Dali Temple lying in ambush at the city gate at 5 p.m."

"You have a point."

Wen Yu threw a piece of silver on the table. "It's up to you whether you believe it or not, but I told you that I won't go to the Dali Temple to tip off the authorities. Of course, this bowl of noodles has already paid off the grudge I made last time, so don't retaliate against me again. After all, I was just protecting myself."

"But I am looking forward to you assassinating the princess. Whenever I think of that scene, I find it very interesting."

"If you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to meet the princess next time."

Lance was silent, as if judging how true Wen Yu's words were, how much he could believe, or whether he could believe none of them.

Seeing him thinking, Wen Yu stood up leisurely: "Do you know why I didn't go to the Dali Temple to inform you?"

Lance looked up: "Why?"

"you guess."

Lance: ...

"I told you the answer."

Wen Yu curled her lips and a hint of ridicule flashed in her eyes. "By the way, assassinating the princess is a capital crime, regardless of success or failure. You know that, right?"

"What if I die? Xili is doomed to die anyway, so how can I survive?"

Wen Yu nodded, then left with Liuchun in a swagger.

Finally, he said, "I'll wait and see."

Lance stared at Wen Yu's back and subconsciously clenched his fists.

Can you trust what this woman says?

He lowered his eyes to look at the chopped green onions in the bowl and fell silent.