In the dead of night, all was quiet.
In her deep sleep, Yan Li desperately sought warmth from the only source of heat, wanting nothing more than to cling to Wen Ze, while a trace of blood remained on the corner of her lips.
If you look more closely, you'll see that her originally fair and slender neck is covered with mottled hickeys.
Wen Ze enjoyed Yan Li's dependence on him at this moment. He treated her almost like his own possession, marking her in the most easily noticeable place.
However, Yan Li was unaware of all this, and in her dream she was extremely uneasy.
She felt as if she were being watched by some man-eating beast. She dared not move, her nerves were on edge, yet she was trying to gather her strength to deliver a fatal blow to what was behind her.
Wen Ze held her in his arms and patted her back reassuringly.
It will be about one or two hours later.
The main hall on the first floor of the castle.
At midnight.
The housekeeper finally saw Wen Ze come downstairs.
His complexion was not good at this moment, and his lips were almost pale. The moment he saw the butler, he suddenly coughed lightly.
In no time, his hand, which he instinctively covered his mouth with, was stained with blood.
Upon seeing this, the steward looked anxious: "Lord, why are you doing this? Even if you want to save the lady and detoxify her, you can't use forbidden techniques."
Who knows what method the king used to cause his wife to suddenly fall seriously ill and even show signs of dying.
In his opinion, the poison must have been given to the lady when they were off guard.
They should have gone directly to the palace and demanded the antidote back for the lady.
Wen Ze waved his hand, interrupting the butler before he could speak, and calmly said, "It's not poison."
housekeeper:?
Wen Ze: "It's a curse."
That king was indeed used to being high and mighty; he actually used such a curse on his own daughter, forcing her to choose between her own life and his.
But he's likely to be disappointed.
The butler was even more confused: A curse?
Since following the lord, I've seen more and more of these strange things.
But isn't the lady that man's biological daughter? Even tigers don't eat their cubs.
"Should we pay attention to Madam's side?" The butler finally became serious.
It wasn't that he didn't trust his wife, but anyone faced with such a choice would subconsciously make the more self-serving option.
After a moment of silence, Wen Ze said, "No need."
Wait a little longer, until she completely trusts him, then his revenge will be successful.
He said he wanted her to suffer a fate worse than death, and to regret her actions.
The butler was stunned.
He couldn't understand his lord's thoughts.
He didn't believe it when he said he wanted to take revenge on this lady.
Now that the lady is on the verge of death, and the lord is going so far as to use forbidden techniques to prolong her life, he is even more skeptical.
Even now, knowing full well that this lady is very likely to want to kill him, he still lets it go unchecked.
This is absolutely a high-stakes gamble.
"Don't tell her about this, understand?"
The steward naturally knew who Wen Ze was referring to. He sighed and said, "Since it is the lord's order, I will obey and will not say anything more."
After explaining the situation, Wen Ze coughed a few times to suppress the itching in his throat before returning to Yan Li's room.
...
Yan Li, who was in bed, had actually been awake for a long time.
The moment Wen Ze left the room and the door was gently closed.
The lingering taste of blood on her lips made Yan Li feel uneasy. She still felt that her recent physical ailments were related to Wen Ze.
Could it really be as the voice in my dream said, that this ancient castle is hers?
Will I die if I don't leave?
Yan Li doesn't actually believe in superstitions, but when there are too many strange things happening, she will start to believe.
Perhaps the medicine she took during the day had some effect, and its aftereffects were still quite strong, as she now had the strength to get out of bed.
Yan Li carefully opened the door, peeked out, and bent down to look outside.
It was at this moment that she realized that apart from a few dim lights on the first floor, everything around her was pitch black.
The entire castle was so quiet it was as if it were buried in the ground; Yan Li could even clearly hear her own breathing.
She didn't wander around, but obediently squatted in place.
The two people downstairs weren't speaking loudly, but they weren't deliberately keeping their voices extremely low either, which made it convenient for Yan Li, who was eavesdropping, to do so.
Forbidden Technique?
curse?
It was that king.
Yan Li didn't understand, but she understood what he was hearing.
It's a choice between two extreme options.
Wen Ze was already aware of the situation, and even went so far as to use forbidden techniques to prolong her life.
Judging from the current situation, she was judging others by her own petty standards.
Before the two people downstairs could notice, Yan Li quickly retreated back into the room and lay back down on the bed.
She didn't blame Wen Ze for not telling her the truth, but she felt inexplicably sad.
Thinking back to what he had said to me a few days ago.
Everyone in the world wants him dead.
In retrospect, this saying has come true in a very thorough way.
Even she was tempted.
Yan Li's gaze fell on the specially made dagger on the counter. After a long silence, she finally reached out and grasped it.
The dagger was exquisitely crafted, and she skillfully manipulated it with her fingers.
Actually, if we really wanted to take action, it's not like there's absolutely no chance, right?
Noticing the door being pushed open again, Yan Li closed her eyes and lay on the bed as relaxed as possible, trying not to let Wen Ze see through her act.
The person who came in seemed to have noticed the unusual behavior of the person in bed long ago.
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