Wen Ze silently awaited Yan Li's reaction, and for a moment he did nothing else.
Yan Li did indeed squat down beside him, but instead of bandaging him, she pressed her hand on his wound.
A muffled thud suddenly came from beside her ear. Yan Li glanced at the bloodstains on her fingertip, then looked up and sighed softly, "Is it a real injury?"
The renewed questioning made Wen Ze suddenly realize that he had gone too far in giving Yan Li the impression he had in the past.
He grabbed Yan Li's hand to stop her from doing anything further, and said, "Mm."
"But why does this wound look like something I cut myself?"
Yan Li lowered her gaze slightly, and a tiny smile curved her lips.
Before Wen Ze could explain, she stood up, her right hand seemingly gripping a dagger, pointing it at a certain spot on her waist, as if she had found the answer to a puzzle and was hoping for confirmation:
"Like this?"
Yan Li was wearing a light white dress that Wen Ze had personally chosen for her.
Her hair fell loose down her back, making her appear harmless; her beautiful face alone made people easily overlook any potential dangers.
Wen Ze suddenly reached out and pulled Yan Li into his arms.
"Aren't you going to bandage the wound?"
When Yan Li felt that force as if it feared she would disappear, she couldn't help but smile.
Wen Ze: "I won't die, go to sleep."
As he spoke, he placed Yan Li on the bed, forcefully pulled the blanket from the side, and covered her with it.
He even pressed down on the blanket, but the wide, sweeping movements made it hard not to suspect that he was being coerced by Yan Li.
But Wen Ze didn't care at this moment, and didn't even bother to bandage the wound on his waist that he had used to gain sympathy. After settling Yan Li in:
"Don't worry, I won't sleep here tonight."
He didn't ask Yan Li why she could tell at a glance that his injury was caused by his own hand, nor did he have the courage to ask her why she could describe the angle and force so accurately.
Wen Ze even felt that Yan Li had done this on purpose.
It was a veiled threat: if he dared to force himself on her, she would die in front of him.
She didn't say anything, but Wen Ze still reacted negatively.
A short while later, the door slammed shut, and then there was no sound from anyone else in the room.
Yan Li, who had been lying down, sat up again and looked towards the door.
Look, he clearly injured himself to make her feel sorry for him, but he couldn't keep up the act halfway through.
***
'Princess, we beg you to awaken and help us slay the demon's son.'
'You are our last hope, Nadawisa.'
Tonight is not peaceful; in her dream, Yan Li keeps hearing two sentences echoing in her ears.
It was pitch black all around, and it felt as if countless hands were pulling her down from her feet. All around her were the shrill, piercing cries of countless people.
After an unknown amount of time, Yan Li opened her eyes again and immediately got out of bed to draw the curtains, without even having time to put on her shoes.
But the moment she drew back the curtains, she suddenly realized—the sky had fallen!
Of course, not physically.
The entire forest in front of the castle was felled overnight, and the one leading the charge was still the high and mighty king.
He held a scepter, wore a heavy golden robe, and a yellow crown. His complexion did not look very good, but one could still see a hint of joy.
Each floor of the castle has an open balcony, and Wen Ze is standing on the fifth floor, looking down at the scene in front of him.
Watching Wen Ze's retreating figure, Yan Li hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you going to kill them?"
Wen Ze turned around and asked softly, "Does A-Yan want me to do it?"
The moment he saw Yan Li, he felt as if he had seen a lifeline, hoping that there was someone in the world who would side with him.
"Your father is downstairs. If one of us has to die today, who would you choose?"
The moment Wen Ze turned around, Yan Li realized that his eyes were not blood-red today, but golden.
Memories seemed to overlap in an instant.
"Yan Li, are you going to continue making this mistake?"
“Kill him, or all of Nadavi’s people will die for him.”
When the king downstairs saw Yan Li come out, he immediately shouted loudly, and the people who were logging around stopped and knelt on the ground to beg her.
But Wen Ze handed over a dagger at that moment.
Yan Li didn't answer, her pupils contracted slightly, but she still asked in a low voice, "What exactly do you want to do?"
"Ah Yan, as long as I live, you are destined not to get what you want."
"I'm giving you the chance to leave today."
As if he had gone mad, Wen Ze shoved the specially made dagger into Yan Li's palm, then grabbed her hand and pointed it at his own heart.
Yan Li could no longer hide her shock and blurted out almost instantly, "When did I say I was leaving?"
As she spoke, she grabbed Wenze's hand with her other hand, trying to stop his crazy act.
In an instant, the two of them gripped the dagger firmly with their hands in an up-and-down motion.
Wen Ze paused slightly, showing no fear of the knife pointed at him, and raised his eyes to ask softly, "So, is A-Yan going to choose me?"
His lips curled slightly, like a seductive fox who had achieved his goal, making it impossible for people to refuse him, yet also arousing their wariness.
Yan Li: "..."
That was too hasty.
The force with which she was resisting loosened slightly.
Thinking to himself: So what if she dies? I'm going to die anyway, and maybe only if she dies can I leave this castle safely.
At this moment, Wen Ze once again closed the distance between the two, even lowering his voice a few decibels, looking down at Yan Li in front of him like the most understanding and empathetic confidante:
"Have you thought this through, Ah Yan? If I don't die, you will never have the chance to leave the castle in your entire life."
As if he had guessed what Yan Li was thinking, the dagger moved even closer to his chest.
The sharp tip of the knife easily sliced through his outer robe and pressed against his fair skin. With just a little force, it would kill him.
This is a heart, not just flesh.
Can't you be a little more nervous?
Wen Ze looked at Yan Li, who was still in a daze, and chuckled, "Follow your heart, Yan. You know I won't blame you."
"I have no regrets in this life if I die at your hands."
Yan Li couldn't control her hands at all, but seeing the smile on Wen Ze's face, she still couldn't help but lower her voice and greet him:
Are you sick?
Wen Ze remained unmoved, and instead agreed wholeheartedly, saying, "Maybe."
The two were struggling on the balcony, their earnest and affectionate appearance greatly displeasing the powerful person below.
"Yan Li, what are you still hesitating for? Kill him now!"
Seeing the opportunity to kill Wenze right in front of him, the king became anxious and couldn't wait to see the dagger plunge into Wenze's body.
But as he waited, the dagger remained intact outside his body.
He shouldn't have spoiled her; otherwise, he wouldn't be taking so long to kill someone now.
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