Yan Li opened her mouth, wanting to say something, the words were already in her heart, but looking at Wen Shaoxing, she couldn't say anything, she could only quietly look at him, waiting for him to continue.
"Are you trying to persuade me to give up, Ali?" Looking at her hesitant expression, Wen Shaoxing continued without restraint:
"Unfortunately, news of the army's imminent arrival will reach the palace gates in three days. Even if Ali wants to stop it, it will be too late even if she rides at full speed."
A massive army is pressing in?
What has he been doing behind her back?!
Yan Li couldn't help but wonder if she had misheard. She tried to break free from Wen Shaoxing's embrace to get a good look at him and make sure, but he pressed her head down with one hand.
With his left ear pressed against his chest, he could hear the unique rhythm of his heartbeat.
"Besides, Ali, I won't..."
"When did I say I would advise you to give up?" Yan Li didn't even need Wen Shaoxing to finish speaking to guess what he was going to say. Without hesitation, she interrupted him, struggled to raise her head, and looked at him earnestly.
"My third wish is to get me out of here, and I'll help you."
If Wen Shaoxing hadn't told her these things, perhaps she could have stayed in this dark room for three more days by deceiving herself.
But he has already spoken, how can she just sit and wait to die?
Upon hearing this, Wen Shaoxing did not trust Yan Li. Instead, he gently pinched Yan Li's chin and kissed her lightly.
Gasping for breath, Yan Li thought to herself: If kisses had emotions, this moment would probably be one of despair and suffocation.
“Ah Li is probably going to be disappointed,” Wen Shaoxing said, abandoning all pretense. He forcefully wiped away the drop of blood from her lips with his fingertip.
His gaze turned sinister and obscure in an instant. Then, under Yan Li's gaze, he put his bloodied fingertip into his mouth, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. "I only have a limp, not a brain injury."
"What if I let Ali go, and she runs away?"
How could Wen Shaoxing be so easily fooled by Yan Li's few words? If he truly believed her, he wouldn't have knocked her unconscious and imprisoned her without warning.
His gaze swept indifferently over the chains he had deliberately handcuffed to her feet, showing no intention of untying them.
Upon witnessing this scene, Yan Li felt as if the air around her had stopped, her heartbeat slowed down, and she even forgot to breathe. It took her a while to recover.
He wasn't fooled?
Is her acting really that bad?
Deeply hurt, Yan Li shrank back into the bed, pulled the blanket over her head, and looked completely unwilling to communicate with Wen Shaoxing.
Seeing this, Wen Shaoxing stopped getting in the way.
“Ah Li, if you are really angry, once everything has settled down, I can let you lock me up.”
Yan Li: "..."
Is she some kind of psychopath? Why does she lock people up all the time?
His tone was so relaxed that she couldn't tell whether it was a punishment or a reward for him.
The moment Wen Shao walked out of the dark room, Yan Li instantly revived and began fiddling with the iron chain on her foot. After examining it for a moment by the light of the oil lamp, she plucked a strand of hair and began trying to pick the lock.
As an assassin, how could you not have some skills?
So she was incredibly skilled at something as simple as picking locks.
A short while later, the crisp sound of the lock being opened rang out. Without hesitation, Yan Li threw the bundle off the bed, then paused for a moment.
To be honest, she was quite curious whether her mission would have been accomplished if she had taken action to keep him there.
Ultimately, reason prevailed.
…*…
During the three busy days of Wen Shaoxing, Yan Li had quietly gained control of the right to freely enter and exit the secret room, and even relied on her understanding of his schedule to prevent him from noticing anything amiss.
Sometimes she would sit on the rooftop, quietly watching Wen Shaoxing as he gradually shattered the psychological defenses of the woman in the palace, without interfering.
As a Deadpool, he would never betray his master.
Even if her master is doing something inhuman.
But since he was her benefactor, she couldn't possibly repay kindness with enmity.
The other people in the mansion did not suspect Yan Li's escape when they saw her, and at one point thought it was just a little fun between the prince and the princess, and they tacitly did not break this balance.
On the night of the third day, when Wen Ziyu learned of the border turmoil, the last thread in his mind snapped. Seeing the summoned general kneeling on the ground, pleading for peace, he drew his sword once more.
"You haven't even fought yet, and you already know you can't win? What am I raising you for? You're all a bunch of useless trash!"
"If that's the case, I might as well be dead."
Even when they were scolded or threatened with their lives, these military officers showed no courage whatsoever. Instead, they were bewildered and fearful that the emperor would send them to fight on the border.
So many years have passed, how could they possibly have the same skills as before?
Moreover, the emperor had repeatedly suspected their motives because they had become too close to the regent, and had even ordered the reduction of the army, fearing that they might rebel with the regent.
Now that the border is in turmoil, he thought of his generals, but where would they find enough troops to fight against the powerful and well-equipped barbarians? It was obvious that they would be throwing their lives away.
But this was not the time to argue with the emperor. What they needed to do was force him to compromise. Otherwise, they would not only lose their own lives, but if a war broke out, they would have to recruit a bunch of able-bodied men to die with them.
Ceding territory is the best solution.
Otherwise, even if those people break in, they will still have to cut down enemies, and they have no chance of winning. Why add to their casualties?
Seeing the military generals who stood like quails, not daring to utter a single word of argument for a long time, Wen Ziyu could easily see through their thoughts. But he was unwilling. He had only been in power for a short time, and now he was forced to cede territory. Wasn't that a joke?
However, even as the emperor, he could do nothing against these people and was instead coerced by them.
Wen Ziyu couldn't help but sneer repeatedly, throwing the sword aside again and pointing out of the study: "Get out, all of you get out!"
Upon hearing this, the military officer, who had been kneeling motionless, suddenly found his strength, stood up, and rolled out with remarkable agility.
Wen Ziyu sat on the dragon throne, looking at the report presented to him.
He didn't believe that the cripple wasn't involved in the matter; otherwise, how could the news of the approaching army have arrived so late, catching him off guard?
Should we cede territory to sue for peace?
dream!
In a short moment, Wen Ziyu suddenly had an idea.
Isn't that cripple a boastful and ambitious man? Doesn't he like to pretend to be a good person in front of the world?
He gave him this opportunity.
Without a second thought, Wen Ziyu found some paper and ink, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he had thought of something very interesting.
That cripple wanted to destroy his kingdom, but he refused to comply and insisted that the man guard it for him personally, just as he had done ten years ago.
If the cripple fails to hold out, he can take this opportunity to openly and legitimately behead him and display his head to the public.
Yet, such a huge weakness was handed to him personally by that cripple.
How interesting!
He couldn't wait to see what the lame man's expression would be when he received his imperial decree.
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