The moment Yan Menghuai finished speaking, Wen Hao immediately looked at Yan Li beside him.
Their eyes met, and Yan Li remained calm, his gaze unchanged, as if he hadn't heard what Yan Menghuai said. There was even a faint smile on his lips.
"Wen Hao, Yan Li died in your arms that night, and you personally organized the wedding banquet. Who can prove that you are innocent?" Yan Menghuai's affection for Wen Hao was almost obsessive.
She has never been loved steadfastly by anyone.
Yan Li, however, was pampered by her uncle's family since childhood and never lacked love, yet she could easily gain all of Wen Hao's attention.
Even when she spoke harshly to him or made things difficult for him openly or secretly, she never drove him away.
But her attempts to comfort and inquire about his well-being yielded no response from him whatsoever.
She fought with the living, she fought with the dead, she tried every means to paint her face in her likeness, but she still couldn't win his pity. Now he even wants her to pay for his long-dead wife's life.
Yan Menghuai did not want to die.
At least it shouldn't be for Yan Li's sake that she dies.
But if Wen Hao could accompany her, it didn't seem like an unacceptable option.
Wen Hao's reaction was somewhat unusual.
He seemed a little nervous.
But it also seemed like she was afraid.
Yan Li glanced down at her tightly clenched hand. "Are you nervous?" she chuckled, almost jokingly. "It can't really be like what she said, can it?"
Wen Hao remained silent.
He simply watched Yan Li quietly, tightening his grip on her hand even more.
"How dare you!"
"How dare you question Lord Wen?"
"Everyone knows that Lord Wen and Madam Wen are a loving couple. How could Lord Wen poison his own wife? It's clearly you who saw that things had been exposed and, having failed in one attempt, wanted to create more trouble to drag Lord Wen down with you."
"Guards! Drag her out and give her twenty lashes. I want to see if she's still so stubborn!"
Seeing Wen Hao's face darken, the people in the hall immediately reacted. They didn't care what Wen Hao had said before, and only thought about quickly silencing Yan Menghuai so that she could not continue talking.
Meanwhile, the two elders of the Yan family, who also heard these words, were also surprised that Yan Menghuai would suddenly say such a thing.
Seeing their daughter about to be dragged out, they tried to stop her without thinking, but this time, without Wen Hao speaking up, no one dared to disobey.
However, just as the board was about to fall on Yan Menghuai, Wen Hao suddenly stood up, walked straight out the door, and left a crisp sentence.
"Let her go."
Without saying much, even Yan Menghuai hadn't expected to escape a beating, or even be released. She looked up and saw Wen Hao's retreating figure.
The constables who were holding her down looked at each other in bewilderment, and before they could move, they were pulled away by the two elders of the Yan family.
“My lord, since Lord Wen has agreed to release her, I will take my daughter back with me.” Father Yan said respectfully, while helping Yan Menghuai to her feet.
Those in the hall were also surprised by Wen Hao's sudden move. They wiped the sweat from their brows, waved their hands, and ultimately did not dare to make a decision on their own.
On the other side.
Yan Li's hand was held tightly in Wen Hao's hand as they strode back to the manor.
Seeing that the man remained silent, Yan Li had not yet realized the seriousness of the situation and thought that the man was sulking, so she couldn't help but tease him, "Why are you holding on so tightly? I'm not going to run away."
He had hoped to take this opportunity to travel around outside the manor, but Wen Hao didn't seem to have that idea. In fact, after leaving the manor, he kept a cold eye and didn't say a word.
He really is a blockhead.
Boring.
Not long after.
When passing by a small alley, Yan Li finally couldn't hold back anymore.
Without warning, she pulled Wen Hao over with all her might.
"Don't worry, I still trust you and don't doubt you." Seeing that Wen Hao didn't speak, Yan Li didn't say anything else. She grabbed his elbow with her other hand and used both hands to hug his forearm.
His tone was as sweet as honey.
He squatted down, hanging his weight on Wen Hao, intending to stop him from moving forward.
The alley wasn't wide, but light still managed to shine in, creating a perfect contrast of light and shadow. Wen Hao basked in the sunlight, while Yan Li crouched in a dark corner, avoiding the light.
Yan Li originally wanted to ease the tension between the two.
Unexpectedly, Wen Hao remained standing there like a wooden statue for a long time.
It went on for so long that Yan Li started to get annoyed and felt that she shouldn't have given Wen Hao a friendly look.
He finally lowered his eyes to look at Yan Li, who was tugging at his sleeve and shaking him, and murmured, "Ah Li, am I really that useless? Three whole years and I still can't find the real culprit?"
Yan Menghuai was deliberately released by him. Regardless of whether what she said was true or false, if it really wasn't her, then the person behind it who intended for her to take the blame might jump up and down in a panic after learning the news.
However, if that person can remain calm...
That led to a dead end.
Wen Hao hadn't encountered such a passive situation in a long time.
But when it comes to Yan Li and anything related to her, he always seems to be on the defensive and never has the upper hand.
Upon hearing this, Yan Li's hands stiffened slightly. She released Wen Hao and turned her back. "There is a little bit," she said, but then she thought about it again.
She seems pretty useless too.
Not knowing the real culprit is one thing, but not even having complete memories of it is another. Thinking this, she continued to comfort herself, "But it's okay, I don't know the real culprit either. It seems even more useless to not even know how you died."
Yan Li clearly doesn't know how to comfort people.
Hearing this, Wen Hao suffered an even worse heart attack.
It's so congested.
But Yan Li still didn't notice anything amiss, and simply continued, "If I can't find it, I can't find it. Perhaps it's fate, that I was meant to be like this..."
“But I don’t want to accept my fate.” Wen Hao looked at Yan Li, who was squatting in a ball, and squatted down as well.
Leaning against the cold wall of the alley, he pulled Yan Li into his arms, hugged her, and squeezed her palm. "The person who hurt you, I will find him even if I have to dig three feet into the ground."
Upon hearing this, Yan Li chuckled softly, looking up at Wen Hao, "Alright, I'll wait for you. I believe it won't be long before the real culprit comes to light."
She leaned on Wen Hao's shoulder, and the scene from that night couldn't help but reappear in her mind, blurry, as if it were something from a past life.
All she remembered was the cup of poison handed to her, the poison that killed her, and that passionate embrace.
Her heart had long since died, yet the heartbeat in her ear grew louder and louder, as if it were throbbing in her own chest, brimming with boundless vitality.
Wen Hao is too persistent.
His persistence even surpasses hers, but given their current situation, it's unlikely they'll stay together for long.
Wen Hao was unaware that Yan Li was already plotting her escape; he only wanted to find the real culprit as soon as possible and avenge Yan Li.
He longed to stay with her forever, even if she had become an illusion to others.
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