"Your Majesty, must you push things to the extreme?" The Imperial Censor impeached Wen Ziyu once again. "The Regent has devoted himself to assisting Your Majesty, yet he has met such a tragic end, his bones reduced to ashes. Such behavior is far from the way of a benevolent ruler..."
Wen Ziyu couldn't listen any longer. He drew his sword again and beheaded him. Looking at the ministers who were shocked, screaming, backing away, and dodging, he reiterated:
"That cripple isn't dead!"
"He did it on purpose. He can fool you, but he can't fool me!"
"I was nothing more than a wisp of dust from a fake..."
But just then, the Empress Dowager, who should have been resting in the inner palace, came out with a young child in her hand. "The country cannot be ruled by a monarch who has lost his mind."
"Ziyu, you need to rest well."
Youngest child?
Whose is it?
It couldn't possibly be from the Wen family.
It won't be his either.
Wen Ziyu suddenly understood that this was the cripple's real purpose: he crippled him so that he would watch as he handed over the Wen family's empire to others.
But what exactly did he do wrong to make his uncle hate him so much?
No one will tell Wen Ziyu this answer, and no one really knows the answer.
Just like back then, the palace fire that accidentally burned Wen Shaoxing's mother to death, or the poison in the food that night that should have killed Wen Shaoxing.
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One day, a young and beautiful woman carrying a sharp sword arrived in a small town south of the city, followed by five men of different styles.
After she acquired a large mansion, she opened her own business not long after. In just three months, she became a wealthy merchant. Upon hearing the news, countless young men even considered taking shortcuts.
Yan Mansion.
"Wen Ji, can you stop being unreasonable? I didn't even touch their hands, or even see their faces clearly, so what do I have to like?"
Yan Li, who had been dragged to bed by Wen Shaoxing all night, felt extremely weak and quickly blocked his lips from kissing her again. The thought of those men who secretly sneaked into the mansion gave her a headache.
She's an assassin, can't you at least show her some respect?
She has simply retired from the martial arts world; she hasn't stopped wielding her sword.
"Does Ali look down on me because I'm a cripple?" Wen Shaoxing's eyes were red, his voice was low and hoarse, and he looked very aggrieved, as if he had been bullied to the extreme.
Yan Li: "..." It's the same old routine again!
Since leaving the Prince's mansion that day, Wen Shaoxing seems to have become a different person.
Just as Wen Shaoxing was bowing his head in silent sorrow, Yan Li leaned forward, unusually in the mood for a joke: "If I said I disliked it, would you let me go?"
Wen Shaoxing remained silent.
But as it turns out, jokes shouldn't be made carelessly.
"It seems Ah Li isn't tired yet, how about we do it again?" He smiled innocently and slowly wrapped the belt around her wrist.
Yan Li's heart skipped a beat. Thinking of her waist, she gritted her teeth and said, "No, I was just joking. How could I possibly dislike my husband?"
As she spoke, she looked sincerely at Wen Shaoxing, trying to awaken his conscience.
However, Wen Shaoxing bit her lip without hesitation: "Since Ali doesn't mind, shouldn't we do something to prove it?"
Yan Li: "..."
She really did fall for Wen Shaoxing in this lifetime.
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