As they say, misfortunes never come singly.
Yan Li was searching for the sword when suddenly there was a knock on the door. However, the person was very rude; after knocking, they didn't say a word and simply pushed the door open and came in.
Hearing the voice, she turned her head to look. "Who is it? Can't you have a little... manners?"
Yan Li fell silent upon seeing who it was.
At this moment, Wen Shaoxing was standing at the door, leaning on a deep red cane, with a black snake with open eyes carved at the corner, as if it were alive, lifelike.
She didn't dare to stare at Wen Shaoxing for long. Almost instinctively, she knelt down on the ground, head down, feeling incredibly guilty.
She prayed that he would forgive her for her small mistake, considering that she had taken a sword for him.
Otherwise, she feared she might not be able to resist using other methods to save her life.
Wen Shaoxing walked slowly, but his aura was so overwhelming that Yan Li didn't dare to breathe. He looked down at Yan Li kneeling on the ground, a dark light flickering in his eyes.
How interesting. He could shield him from a sword, yet he couldn't hide his murderous intent at this moment.
Could it be that she was in cahoots with those people, and that she shielded him from the sword just to gain his trust so she could strike him dead in one blow?
That would be so stupid.
They should have kept it sealed for a little longer.
Yan Li had no idea what Wen Shaoxing was imagining, but her attitude remained respectful. Seeing that he had approached but still hadn't spoken, she hesitated for a moment before deciding to take the initiative:
"Does Your Highness have any orders?"
As the ancients said, a subordinate must always have something to do and should take the initiative to share the burdens of his master.
Can,
"Did I give you permission to speak?" Wen Shaoxing was clearly not buying it. His voice turned cold as he gripped the middle of the cane and used the tip to lift Yan Li's chin.
"Raise your head."
A chill ran down her neck and began to swirl and coil around it.
Yan Li's heart skipped a beat, and her mind went blank. She resisted the urge to reach out and tear the thing off her neck.
Who would have thought that Wen Shaoxing would use a real snake as a decoration for his walking stick?
"Your Highness?" she called softly, her voice trembling, trying to awaken Wen Shaoxing's few remaining vestiges of conscience.
You're insane!
Isn't he afraid that the snake will bite him back?
But the snake around her neck tightened its grip, as if it understood Wen Shaoxing's feelings, coiling around her ear.
"Can't you understand me?" Wen Shaoxing looked at the black snake that was eagerly crawling onto Yan Li, a faint smile playing on his lips, tinged with malice:
"Say it again, lift your head."
"Otherwise, if this snake crawls into somewhere and bites you, you can't blame me."
His tone was relaxed yet carried a hint of coldness, but the snake on his neck seemed to understand.
A faint, hissing sound rang in her ears, carrying a deadly threat.
Yan Li: "..."
He's really sick!
You can oppose anyone in this world, but you must restrain yourself and be patient in front of a madman.
A madman has no reason; he might be laughing one second and pulling out a knife the next, and she wouldn't even know how she died.
Yan Li raised her head.
As for the snake in the crook of her neck, all she could do was try to ignore it and not show too much fear, lest she reveal her weakness and be completely controlled by this person.
What she saw was Wen Shaoxing's sickly face.
Although she had seen it many times before, this was the first time she had observed it so closely, so close that she could see even his pores clearly.
Perhaps due to his limp and frequent medication, which made him unable to walk properly, Wen Shaoxing's face was very pale, with raised eyebrows, reddish corners of his eyes, and a tiny black mole on his nose. He gave off an impression that strangers should not approach him and even acquaintances should not try to get close to him.
While Yan Li was observing Wen Shaoxing discreetly, Wen Shaoxing was also sizing her up.
Yan Li's face could not be described as stunningly beautiful, but every feature was perfectly proportioned, beautiful without being gaudy, charming without being vulgar, especially her cold eyes, which were calm and composed, hiding her emotions extremely well.
If he hadn't caught that emotion, he probably would have thought it was just his imagination.
He applied a little force with his hand and lifted it up a bit more.
The skin beneath him was incredibly smooth, and on his long neck, faint blue veins were visible; upon closer inspection, one could almost see the pulsation beneath the skin.
He is indeed a tempting prospect, but I wonder who the spy was who was planted and how he was able to lie low for so long.
Wen Shaoxing thought of the intelligence he had received from his informant a few days ago.
Yan Li tilted her head slightly, but her kneeling legs felt numb, as if she were about to lose her balance.
Suddenly, the inner garment under the shoulder was stained with another color. The bandage covering the wound ultimately couldn't last until Wen Shaoxing left and was completely stained red.
"Your wound has reopened." Wen Shaoxing's voice was devoid of emotion, his gaze shifting slightly downwards, and the cane moved according to his thoughts, lifting Yan Li's inner garment.
Yan Li: ? ? ?
Having learned from her previous two experiences, she didn't dare to speak, but only blinked slightly.
Yes, her wound reopened.
But where did her injury come from? She didn't believe he had forgotten so quickly. Shouldn't he show some kindness?
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