Just as the king was still deeply moved, Yan Li suddenly broke free from Wen Ze's hand and threw the dagger at the people downstairs.
"I won't kill him."
Wen Ze looked at his empty hand, then glanced at the dagger embedded in the mud, and his smile deepened.
The blunt refusal left the king downstairs stunned. He held his scepter and pointed it at Yan Li:
"You are not worthy to be Nadawisa's princess, much less my daughter. You are a traitor to Nadawisa!"
"To be a puppet, a mute princess who only listens to you?" Yan Li laughed again. "Then I am indeed not worthy."
"Go find whoever wants to be your friend."
The king never expected his beloved daughter to be so disobedient. He raised his scepter once more, looked at Wenze standing behind his daughter, and said with heartache:
“Yan Li, don’t let him bewitch you. He’s a demon who came back from hell and is most skilled at bewitching people. Killing him is your mission.”
"You are our last hope. Do you really want to watch your people die because of your momentary reluctance?"
As the king finished speaking, his followers also knelt down, praying like the most devout believers:
"Princess, we beg you to come to your senses and help us kill the son of the demon."
Yan Li looked at the absurd scene before her and couldn't laugh. She turned to look at Wen Ze, who seemed harmless.
I couldn't help but wonder: why do people in this world still want him dead even after they know the truth?
Wen Ze noticed Yan Li's confusion: "Ah Yan, as long as you're willing to stay and keep me company, I don't care about them."
He reached out as if to hug Yan Li, but then stopped in mid-air.
At this moment, Yan Li was moved with compassion and took the initiative to walk into Wen Ze's arms.
But she felt absurd for no reason. The two of them were clearly at each other's throats yesterday, but today they were embracing.
Life is truly unpredictable.
What Yan Li didn't know was that the moment Wen Ze embraced her, the gold in his eyes completely faded, and blood gradually covered his pupils.
The king, who witnessed this scene from downstairs, was filled with regret. But just as he was about to shout, the dagger embedded in the ground suddenly rose into the air and landed right between his eyebrows.
"Ah Yan, I'm already used to it, it's okay."
He spoke in a hoarse voice to Yan Li, his tone as if he had suffered countless grievances and finally found a powerful backer, but the look in his eyes as he gazed at the king was unusually fierce.
"They just can't take you away from me."
This absurd scene was missed by Yan Li because she had her back to Wen Ze.
The king downstairs naturally knew this was Wenze's warning; the dagger hovering between his brows forced him to shut his mouth.
Yan Li patted Wen Ze on the back, "Don't worry, no one will take me away."
After all, she has always been hers, and no one can take her away.
Of course, Yan Li would never say the last sentence aloud; she simply patted Wen Ze on the back again, as if comforting a giant baby.
After the photo was taken, she tried to leave Wen Ze's embrace after comforting him, but the troublemaker was not satisfied and was quickly pulled closer by him.
Yan Li: Seriously, she can hardly breathe. She's hugging me so tightly, is she flying?
"I don't believe it." At this moment, Wen Ze had an innate vulnerability, as if he might break at any moment. "Ayan is trying to deceive me and then find a chance to escape, isn't he?"
"Just like last night."
Yan Li: "No."
"If you don't believe me, then there's nothing I can do."
Upon hearing this, Wen Ze froze for a moment, but still stubbornly tried to trick Yan Li into saying those words:
"There are so few people in this world who truly care about me, Ah Yan. I'm just too scared."
Yan Li hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not push Wen Ze away. She patted him on the back and said, "What are you afraid of? They can't beat you. They should be the ones who are afraid of you."
Although it was the truth, it wasn't what Wen Ze wanted to hear.
Wen Ze finally let go of Yan Li, but still held onto her hands tightly, and then asked unwillingly, "Is A-Yan afraid of me too?"
Yan Li: "If I said I wasn't afraid, would you believe me?"
Anyway, she doesn't believe it.
Wen Ze paused for a moment, then finally let go of the person completely: "It's okay, A-Yan will believe me sooner or later."
The dagger landed silently. The king, relieved that the blade was no longer pointing at his brow, still refused to leave.
"Yan Li, my daughter, you will regret the decision you made today."
“You are a sinner of Nadavi Saint.”
The king was ultimately at a loss, and after saying these two sentences, he led his troops away.
Upon hearing this, Yan Li turned around and looked at the king's back, a strong sense of unease suddenly rising in his heart.
"Run! Run! Escape the castle! Don't believe a word anyone in the castle says!"
'Yan Li, if you stay, you will die. You must use every last drop of your strength to leave this castle.'
A voice suddenly appeared in her ear, but she couldn't find its source; it seemed as if the voice was coming from the depths of her heart.
Wen Ze looked at Yan Li, who remained frozen in place, then glanced at the group preparing to leave, and took Yan Li's hand:
"Ah Yan, don't be sad. I will always be by your side from now on."
After she finished speaking, Yan Li came back to her senses. Although she was still a little confused, she agreed aloud, "Okay."
She turned back again and glanced in the direction the king had left.
What exactly makes it so good?
She had clearly recovered her memories, understood why the king insisted on Wenze's death, and found the reason why she was mute.
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