Having said all that, Wen Ze could no longer pretend. He stood up again, broke free of the other chain, and grabbed Yan Li.
Just then, his fingertip landed on the wound, and in an instant, the previously unsightly wound began to heal.
"Ah Yan, don't be angry."
"How about I take you back after midnight tonight?"
Yan Li: "Really?"
"I promise not a second more."
Yan Li had originally intended to leave, but after hearing what he said next, her mood immediately improved.
Is there really such a good thing?
I should have had it acted up a few days ago.
Wen Ze took in Yan Li's little expression and was about to hug her when Yan Li dodged away.
"No, don't hug me yet. You should go and wash up first."
Yan Li couldn't help but push him away, and Wen Ze froze for a moment before his ears turned red and he obediently went to the bathroom.
...
Ever since he learned that his crystal coffin was useless, the steward had become extremely sad and even dared not approach the lord and his wife.
I was afraid that the two of them would remember this incident.
That day, the lord upstairs came downstairs but didn't mention the crystal coffin. Instead, he instructed him to prepare a romantic candlelight dinner, which finally put his mind at ease.
Life is getting better and better, more and more hopeful and brighter.
But who knew that in the middle of the night, the once peaceful forest would be hit by another storm.
Just as he was thinking of staying in his room and peacefully reading those cheesy novels, a frantic knocking sounded at the door.
"Who is it?" The butler, not having time to dress properly, threw on a coat and headed for the front door. "Knock, knock, knock. Visiting so late, don't you have a home?"
The butler muttered to himself as he walked, and the moment he opened the door, he saw Que Fu, who was soaking wet.
He was in a terrible state, his handsome face covered in several wounds, as if he had rolled down a mountain, and he was covered in mud and filth.
The butler was stunned for a while, but he remembered the incident of Que Fu betraying his mistress, so he did not let the man in immediately. Instead, he asked very seriously:
"General Que, what brings you to the castle so late?"
Que Fu clutched the silver dagger tightly to his chest, raised his head, and spoke weakly:
"I accidentally rolled down the mountain and broke my leg. Can I stay in the castle for the night?"
"I'll be leaving tomorrow morning, so I won't make things difficult for you."
The butler sighed: Child, you're already putting me in a difficult position by asking now.
"What are you doing up in the mountains?" The butler's tone was somewhat exasperated.
Que Fu clung tightly to the door, catching his breath, and said, "To avoid the poisonous obstacles in the forest."
As he spoke, he gave a self-deprecating laugh, "I've rarely seen Ali since that incident."
The butler thought to himself: Serves him right.
But at least it's a living, breathing human being in front of us. It would be so unlucky if it died right at the gate.
Que Fu seemed to understand the steward's true concerns and spoke again:
"Don't worry, I'm not working for the king this time, so I won't harm Ali."
"What Ah Li? She's our lord's wife, General Que. You'd better be careful." The steward finally realized what was going on and looked at the man in front of him, feeling that he still harbored wicked intentions.
"Fine, go to the second floor and choose a room to rest." The butler shivered from the cold wind and finally gave up on making things difficult for the man.
Thinking it best to stay one night, since the lord's power has already begun to recover.
Even if Que Fu had the will, he didn't have the ability.
But Que Fu was unaware of this.
All he knew was that after their last meeting, Wen Ze's strength had diminished considerably, and even the poisonous barrier that permeated the forest had dissipated considerably.
Que Fu knew how precious this opportunity was.
Originally, he just wanted to know what choice the person Yan Li had chosen would make when his life was at stake.
But now, he has changed his mind.
Only by killing Wen Ze can Yan Li be saved, and only then can he have a chance to win her heart.
After years of planning, he still refused to be defeated by someone who should have rotted in the mud, someone who should have died.
The butler made no attempt to help Que Fu up, and Que Fu did not speak. He slowly stood up, leaning against the door, and dragged his right leg as he slowly walked into the castle.
The chill of the wind and rain was completely shut out the moment the castle gates closed.
"General Que, you can choose any room on the second floor, but remember, don't go to the fifth floor."
"The lord does not like to entertain guests at night."
"If you offend the lord, then you'll have to leave the castle."
Que Fu raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the stairs, then looked at the butler, his voice trembling slightly: "Okay, I understand."
Butler: "Every room on the second floor is provided with a change of clothes for guests. If General Que doesn't mind, please change yourself."
As Que Fu walked over, the steward felt a headache coming on from the muddy puddle under his feet.
Looks like tomorrow will be busy.
As people get older, they don't want to work overtime anymore. After glancing at the housekeeper a few times, the housekeeper quickened his pace and returned to his room.
After all, out of sight, out of mind.
It was very inconvenient for Que, who was missing a leg, to climb the stairs. He held onto the stairs on one side with both hands, first using his good leg to hop up one flight of stairs, and then using his hands to lift the other leg up.
Nearly twenty minutes later, Que Fu went up to the second floor as he wished. Just as the butler had instructed, he did not overstep his bounds and went directly into the room near the stairwell.
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