Yan Li had considered the possibility of coincidences, but there were just too many of them.
However, Wen Ze had no intention of saying anything more, burying himself in a pile of documents without even looking up.
"Go out and rest first. Tomorrow is your homecoming, and I will take you back to see your father. I hope Ayan will not do anything that he will regret."
Upon hearing this, Yan Li showed no anger at being reprimanded and fled the scene without looking back.
The moment Yan Li turned to leave, Wen Ze had already raised his head.
Not long after, the butler who had been standing at the door followed him in: "Lord, if you let Madam go back, what if she runs away...?"
"No, that won't happen." Wen Ze interrupted before the butler could finish speaking:
"Send more people tomorrow. If anyone is hostile to her, deal with them directly without reporting to me."
"If she tries to escape, I will personally go and bring her back."
In fact, Wen Ze knew very well how dangerous it would be to go back tomorrow.
His eyes earned him the scorn of the world, and he was even considered an ominous sign by those in the church, who once wanted to burn him at the stake and sacrifice him.
For over twenty years, both secretly and openly, there were countless people who resented him for obtaining a title, and many who wanted to assassinate him were also numerous.
Unfortunately, he's no pushover.
However, none of the people that A-Yan cared about wanted him to live; in fact, they would consider it a disgrace that she married him.
He wasn't worried about those people harming him, but he was afraid they would try to hurt her.
"If the lord is really worried, why not just not let the lady go back?"
The steward was aware of his lord's concerns, but he didn't understand his lord's thought process.
After all, he's already on his own turf, so even if he doesn't bring his wife back, it doesn't count as a breach of contract.
Wen Ze's expression remained indifferent:
"I need her to understand that among all the people in this world, I am the only one she can rely on."
housekeeper:……
Okay, okay, just a few days ago he could still insist that it was to get revenge on her, to win back her heart and then trample on her, but now it's turned into making her rely on him.
Humans are strange indeed.
Meanwhile, after returning to her room, Yan Li immediately went back to bed and closed her eyes again.
She wanted to know what the medium that had awakened her was, so she could only try all the possibilities that came to mind.
After closing my eyes, my other senses seemed to become much more acute.
She always felt a faint, subtle fragrance at the tip of her nose, not pungent, yet strangely familiar.
Moonflower?
The subconscious answer startled Yan Li, who instinctively sat up, only to bump into someone.
"Bang……"
With a muffled thud, Yan Li instinctively covered her forehead, her eyes immediately welling up with tears. Looking up, she saw Wen Ze sitting to the side, also covering his head.
The pain and the color in her eyes made her realize that she had woken up from the dream.
What are you doing here?
Yan Li spoke instinctively, shrinking back slightly. She glanced around again, and upon realizing she was in her own room, her confidence returned a little stronger.
"If I remember correctly, this is my room, right?"
Wen Ze's golden eyes reddened with pain, but he still patiently explained, "You've fallen back into the coffin."
Yan Li, unusually, did not lower her guard, but stared intently into Wen Ze's eyes, and spoke again:
"How did the lord know I was thrown into that coffin?"
The third time, Yan Li thought of what the housekeeper had said that day, and she still felt that something was strange.
Today, at this very moment, she finally thought of it.
"Is it strange?" Wen Ze suddenly laughed, his eyes as deep as the ocean, as if he wanted to drown Yan Li in them:
"Ah Yan, have you forgotten who owns this castle?"
"The number of warriors who have died in the crystal coffins over the years cannot be counted on one hand."
It was a top secret that the warrior would die in a crystal coffin.
For hundreds of years, outsiders have had no way of knowing.
Yan Li froze, feeling a chill run down her spine: "What do you mean?"
"Why should Ah Yan pretend to be stupid?"
"Don't you really understand what I mean?"
Yan Li was going crazy, but she didn't dare to: she didn't understand, what was this about pretending to be stupid, did she even need to pretend?
She's just an idiot now.
What talk of saving a princess? She could tell those crystal coffins were clearly meant for warriors!
It was as if all the strength in Yan Li's body had been drained away in an instant.
As if to avoid suspicion, Wen Ze turned his body to the side, slightly shifted his waist, and leaned down, getting even closer to Yan Li:
"Do you remember what I said when we first met?"
"In order for our agreement to continue well, I will certainly not let you end up like those warriors, suffocating in a coffin."
"So Ayan can go find that princess without worry."
The warm breath fell on her ear, and Yan Li felt as if an extra nerve had grown in her ear. She wanted to dodge, but there was nowhere left to hide.
Wen Ze's promise gave Yan Li a glimmer of hope.
She reached out and placed her hand on Wen Ze's shoulder, giving him a gentle push: "Lord, you don't actually need to be this close. I'm not deaf."
It was the middle of the night, and Yan Li felt really unsafe with a man and a woman in the same bed.
Moreover, what this person said was so ambiguous that if you weren't careful, you would fall into his trap again.
Yan Li's negligible strength was naturally no match for Wen Ze, but after hearing the excessively rapid heartbeat in Yan Li's chest, he didn't dare to go too far.
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