Wen Shaoxing originally only wanted to test Yan Li a little, but after seeing the fleeting disdain in her eyes, he suddenly changed his mind.
To mock him?
That's incredibly audacious.
His free hand ruthlessly tore open Yan Li's clothes, and before she could react, his fingertip pressed on the vital point on her neck.
The black snake slowly climbed onto his hand, obediently lying dormant on his wrist, not daring to make a move.
Anyone who has frequently committed murder knows that if someone seizes your vital point, there are only two possible outcomes: either you are strangled to death, or you are raped.
Yan Li felt a buzzing sound in her head, her thoughts completely stopped, and her mind went blank.
?
!
"Yan Li, what are you thinking about?" Wen Shaoxing looked at Yan Li, who was in a daze, chuckled, and directly tore off the bandage covering the wound.
The sword wound below his shoulder looked gruesome, torn apart to both sides, and had not healed, making it unbearable to look at. But Wen Shaoxing was not a normal person; he stared at it without blinking.
Does it hurt?
He recalled the events of the day before. She was probably the one furthest away from him, and when that sword came straight at him, he thought he was bound to get hurt, but unexpectedly, this person somehow blocked his way.
Without hesitation, he decisively drew his sword and stabbed the assassin, shattering his heart meridian.
Such bodyguards were undoubtedly what he wanted.
The methods are efficient and decisive, without any unnecessary delays.
But she actually wanted to leave, and it wasn't just a spur-of-the-moment decision. She had been planning it for a long time and had even saved up money to buy her freedom, all just to leave him.
Yan Li's mind was still blank, and it took her a while to come to her senses:
"...A little."
She's been stabbed right through; how could it not hurt?
It wasn't the first time she'd been injured, so she was used to it and didn't take it to heart.
Upon hearing this, Wen Shaoxing took out a porcelain bottle from his waist, opened it with his thumb, and sprinkled the powder directly on it: "If you know pain, then stop doing stupid things."
Yan Li gasped in shock, gritting her teeth inwardly.
As expected, there was a reason for Wen Shaoxing's poor conduct: "I will keep Your Highness's teachings in mind."
"Is that so? But I heard you wanted to redeem yourself," Wen Shaoxing said, unconvinced. "In that case, I wonder how many more days I can remain your master?"
He gently lifted Yan Li's chin, his tone full of pity, but his eyes were sinister, like a black snake that might reveal its fangs at any moment, making her tremble.
Yan Li's hands and feet went numb, as if bound by countless invisible threads, unable to move, and could only endure his increasingly excessive touches.
Oh no, judging from the tone of his voice, it doesn't seem like he'd agree to her retirement.
Wen Shaoxing looked down at it with great interest.
At twenty, women her age were already married and had children, while she was living a life of constant danger. No wonder she would have wicked thoughts.
Looking at the wound on his chest, he found it unusually offensive.
A faint, lingering fragrance wafted into his nose, jolting Wen Shaoxing back to reality as his thoughts drifted. He let out a cold laugh and increased the pressure of his blows.
Why aren't you saying anything?
Don't you want your tongue anymore?
Yan Li's pupils constricted slightly, and she opened her mouth: "No..."
Originally, she was just one of many secret guards, and she was inconspicuous in the past. No one would notice if she died. Redeeming her would not be a difficult thing.
With the vast sky and boundless sea, and with her many years of experience, she has plenty of ways to live.
But now that Yan Li has been promoted, and judging from this person's mood, he doesn't seem like he'll agree, so she naturally has to change her mind.
"Lying is not a good habit,"
Wen Shaoxing sighed softly, tightening his grip on her chin again. Looking at her slightly parted lips, unable to close, he slipped his fingertips inside.
"The last one who deceived me is now buried under a mountain of grass."
"Would you like to try it too?"
"Perhaps we can start by pulling your teeth."
His fingertips traced the canine teeth on his lower lip, and he continued softly:
"One tooth after another, once all your teeth are pulled out, they'll pull out your fingernails, peeling them off piece by piece, then break every inch of your bone, and gouge out your eyes..."
His fingertips pressed hard against her teeth, and just when Yan Li thought Wen Shaoxing was going to crush her teeth with his bare hands, drops of blood fell into her mouth.
Upon tasting the blood, Yan Li truly wanted to scream.
The fact that he could cut her finger shows how much force he used. Did he really want to break her teeth?
Mad Lord!
She stopped complaining about her direct supervisor's incompetence. Although he always liked to assign her disgusting tasks, compared to the real boss, he was nothing.
Wen Shaoxing was stunned for a long time after seeing the injury to his finger.
Looking at the stained teeth, he slowly withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and at the same time, he loosened his grip on Yan Li.
Aren't you going to tell me?
He rubbed his fingertips, stood up, leaned on his cane, and the black snake slowly returned to its original position.
"I am not lying. My life was given to me by Your Highness. I will follow Your Highness to the death for the rest of my life, and I will never regret it, even if I die ten thousand times."
Yan Li immediately got out of bed, knelt down with a sincere attitude, staring straight at him without the slightest guilt.
It was as if she had never even considered such a thing.
I've already begged for forgiveness.
Standing by the bed, Wen Shaoxing looked down at Yan Li, who was eager to show his loyalty: "Yan Li, you better not be lying to me."
"Otherwise, your fate will be worse than death."
He adhered to the principle of not employing those he doubted. Promoting her was not a reward for her, but rather a way of telling the people behind her that she had gained his initial trust and that they could proceed to the next step.
Little did Yan Li know that the cripple in front of her was not only ill, but also suffered from severe delusions, and had already arranged a new master for her in his heart.
Wen Shaoxing left with a satisfied expression, but she collapsed onto the bed as if she had escaped death, letting out a heavy sigh.
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