Perhaps it was something Wen Shaoxing said that touched Yan Li's heartstrings, because she forgot to push him away and forgot to argue with him.
Instead, she let him hold her, letting that cold tear slide down her neck, sinking deeper and spreading.
It was chillingly cold, yet scalding hot.
In an instant, her body went limp, and even her heart melted.
Can,
Love is never fair.
She was used to being a knife hanging over people's heads, living a life of life and death. Whether she was soft-hearted or had a pity, either way, it was possible that one day in the future, she would be killed.
It could even have led to Wen Shaoxing's death.
The one thing an assassin should never gamble on is the goodness of the human heart.
Yan Li happens to be someone who believes in the inherent evil of human nature.
In her opinion, the best way to resolve the conflict between Wen Shaoxing and Wen Ziyu is not to clear up the misunderstanding, but to kill Wen Ziyu.
Once Wen Ziyu is dead, everything will fall into place.
Wen Shaoxing was also unusually confused. He had never thought that his Ali would be the first person to ask him to usurp the throne, let alone that she would enter the palace to assassinate him.
He knew he should persevere, just as he had planned for the past ten years, to make everyone believe that he was a regent who wholeheartedly assisted Wen Ziyu.
He did a good job, and no one suspected him. Only the person who was sitting firmly in a high position was worried and could not feel at ease, and even became more and more blatant.
Even though the eunuch Zhang who was beaten to death was not one of his men, he still had doubts, and even firmly believed it.
The Empress Dowager, who truly obeyed his orders and constantly whispered in his ear, was deeply trusted by him.
Perhaps all it takes is a spark to end this game completely.
But he didn't want to continue.
“Ah Li,” Wen Shaoxing finally found his voice after a long while, “Actually, being trapped inside the palace walls, even if you could leave openly, would not be true freedom.”
“There will be countless eyes watching you, hoping you will make a mistake, plot against you, or even poison or assassinate you.”
They seem quite experienced.
At this moment, Yan Li had regained her senses somewhat, and upon hearing this, her thoughts began to waver.
She tried to lift her head from Wen Shaoxing's embrace, but he pressed her head down again, his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally brushing against her neck pulse.
“Living in that position is no different from dying.” Wen Shaoxing chuckled softly, as if thinking of something, his gaze lingering on the docile Yan Li in his arms.
"Wouldn't it be better for Ali to just stay by my side and not worry about anything?"
Why must one enter the palace?
What difference would it make if we killed him?
From beginning to end, all he wanted to see was him living in agony, just like his father had done years ago, watching him struggle in this quagmire.
Upon hearing this, alarm bells rang in Yan Li's mind, and she immediately sensed that something was wrong. However, before she could even speak, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck.
Wen Shaoxing's actions were too direct, even without hesitation, as he knocked Yan Li unconscious in his arms, yet his tone was extremely tender: "A Li, stay in the palace with me."
On the eve of losing consciousness, Yan Li used her last strength to reach out and pinch Wen Shaoxing's waist hard.
What a lunatic! If she didn't want to kill him, she should have just stayed put. Does she look like the kind of person who would disobey his orders?
Why did you knock her out?!
Wen Shaoxing didn't take Yan Li's insignificant strength seriously. After getting out of bed, he tidied her clothes, then picked her up and carried her to the study.
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