“I came here specifically to see you, not to say these things.”
Seeing that Wen Ze was really about to leave, Que Fu couldn't care less and blocked him again, "You clearly know how to break the curse on her..."
Wen Ze didn't give Que Fu a chance to finish speaking, and asked in return, "So?"
Que Fu was at a loss for words, almost trapped in a vicious cycle: "Don't you love her?"
He still didn't get to the point, but those listening understood.
"Then what?"
He chuckled lightly, not caring, but when he looked up, his red eyes deepened: "If General Que only wants to ask these questions, then please make way."
Que Fu finally realized that the person in front of him was just pretending.
He was pretending. He knew perfectly well that as long as he lived, Yan Li's fate would only be death.
Why don't you just die?
"If you truly love her, why aren't you willing to die for her?"
Que Fu finally spoke up and asked the question. If he hadn't been without a sword, there would have been a scene where a sword was held to Wen Ze's neck right now.
Wen Ze remained silent.
"You know perfectly well that you've dragged her down. She should be living a good life. You've caused her this undeserved disaster, and now you're just standing by and doing nothing."
“Wen Ze, they’re right, you’re a menace.”
"You're the one who deserves to die!"
***
Some rains, once they fall, are destined to last for more than just a moment.
Outside the castle, the butler stood anxiously at the gate, waiting until a familiar figure came into view.
"Lord, you're finally back." He hurriedly walked to Wen Ze's side, who was standing in the rain, holding an umbrella. Then, when he saw the few Moonflowers that his lord was holding protectively in his arms:
"The lady has disappeared!"
The flowers in Wen Ze's arms fell to the ground, and he almost instinctively asked, "What do you mean 'gone'?"
"Didn't I tell you to keep a close eye on her?"
He pushed aside the umbrella handed to him by the butler and went straight to the master bedroom without much hesitation, but Yan Li was no longer there.
Wen Ze reached out and touched the blanket, only to find it completely cold.
She lied to him again.
I clearly promised to wait for him to come back.
"Have you looked in the other rooms?" Wen Ze turned around and saw the butler following him.
Seeing Wen Ze's lost expression, the butler shook his head: "We've searched, but we haven't found Madam."
Outside the castle, a white lightning bolt flashed, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.
Wen Ze knew that his chances were running out.
This shouldn't be happening. His real revenge hasn't even begun yet, and he's already fallen for her trap again.
At this moment, Yan Li, who had just left, had exhausted the last of her strength.
She walked deep into the forest, in a direction completely opposite to the palace and castle, and collapsed under an ancient tree as the rain poured down.
The ancient tree, with its lush foliage, though unable to shield her from the fierce wind, did offer some protection from the rain.
However, this is a risky and suicidal act, and one could easily be struck by lightning if one is not careful.
I don't know if dying outside the castle counts as escaping the castle.
Yan Li thought optimistically, and even closed her eyes, leaning against the tree trunk, waiting for death in an extremely peaceful manner.
But she underestimated Wen Ze.
Just when Yan Li thought she was about to die, Wen Ze appeared, standing in the rain, soaking wet, not even bothering to use an umbrella.
Yan Li laughed when she saw this scene in her hazy state of consciousness.
Fool.
They don't even know to use an umbrella when they have one, and they don't know to go home when it rains.
Looking at Yan Li, whose face was almost pale and bloodless, Wen Ze realized that he had already lost completely.
He wasn't afraid of death, but everyone wanted to force him to his death.
He simply didn't want these auspicious things.
However, Yan Li was the only light that fell upon him in that long night. He wanted to hold onto her, even though she had betrayed him, and in the end, only he could decide her fate.
But this very person, who should have been afraid of death, is now about to die.
Wen Ze chuckled lightly, a hint of self-deprecation in his voice.
Love truly is a deadly weapon.
The moment they arrived under the ancient tree, Wen Ze didn't hesitate to hold the nearly lifeless Yan Li in his arms. He wiped the rainwater off his fingertips inside his clothes and then brushed the rain off her face.
Another hand opened the umbrella.
"Why?" Wen Ze murmured softly, seemingly unable to understand why Yan Li had left the castle.
Yan Li had very little strength left. She gently raised her hand to push Wen Ze's hand away, then shrank back further, speaking very weakly:
“I will die soon, very soon. Saint Nadavi, there will be no place for me anymore. My people will no longer be proud of me. My father, not long ago, severed all ties with me.”
Her voice was broken and intermittent, yet extremely calm, without a trace of resentment:
"Your Excellency, your revenge has been successful and should now come to an end."
Wen Ze's hand froze in mid-air, while the rain falling on the umbrella he was holding sounded like drumbeats, thumping and pounding, which annoyed him.
What lord? Who wants to be her lord?
"That's not how it is," Wen Ze instinctively tried to explain.
But he didn't know where to begin, since he was the one who created the current situation.
Yan Li's eyelashes still held a few water droplets as she looked up: "What did it look like?"
"Is my lord implying that those matters are none of your concern?"
Wen Ze knew this wasn't the right place to talk. "Ayan, shall we go back first? I'll give you an explanation."
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