Yan Li was slightly taken aback, then glanced at the doorway, not quite understanding Wen Ze's words.
"Do you know how many people have tried to kill us these past few days?" Wen Ze pulled over a chair and sat down, then beckoned to Yan Li.
Yan Li shook her head at first, but quickly realized what she meant and nodded.
She actually understood Wen Ze's gesture, but she didn't dare to get close to him, especially when she saw him waving at her with a smile.
For some reason, she had the feeling that if she got close, he would lock her neck.
"There are so many that you can't count them all on two hands."
Wen Ze didn't care about Yan Li's rejection at this moment. His hand, which had been suspended in mid-air, was smoothly withdrawn, and his fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, as if recalling something:
"It took me a lot of effort to keep those people out of the way."
"Ah Yan, do you think I'm amazing?"
Yan Li became even more hesitant to move, and could only nod stiffly, gesturing frantically with her hands.
--"sharp."
Wen Ze laughed again, "Does A-Yan really think so?"
Yan Li nodded again.
"Then why don't you come over?" Wen Ze finally had the chance to ask this question. "Is it because A-Yan is also afraid of me?"
"Everyone fears me, everyone wants me dead." Wen Ze paused for a moment, then spoke again:
"Does Ayan want me dead too?"
The topic changed so quickly that Yan Li couldn't even react before being pulled into Wen Ze's arms by a strange force.
Her sixth sense was correct; it wasn't a delusion.
Wen Ze really did put his arm around her throat!
His cool fingertips pressed against the vital point on her neck, while he clung to her like a stubborn plaster, his hand gripping her waist and pressing her down.
“Ayan”.
His soft, murmuring calls were like those coated in syrup, sticky and cloying.
"But Ah Yan, I don't want to die."
Wen Ze was like a man who was about to die, and Yan Li was the only antidote that allowed him to survive.
Outside the castle, Que Fu, who had been waiting for a while without Yan Li opening the door for him, began to get anxious.
There was a knock on the door.
"Wen Ze!" Que Fu stopped with the pleasantries. "I've brought the antidote. If you won't let me in, do you want Ali to be mute for the rest of her life?"
Yan Li snapped out of her reverie, looked at the castle gate, and thought for a moment.
"Let him in first."
"His injuries were quite serious."
"Why doesn't Ayan care about me first?" Wen Ze tightened his grip on Yan Li's arms, as if trying to meld her into his very bones.
"Is it because you didn't see the wounds on my body?"
As Wen Ze was speaking, he suddenly coughed, and soon blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, some of which spilled onto the robes of the two men.
His complexion was shockingly pale; even someone who had been dead for ten days or half a month probably wouldn't have been as pale as him.
The butler standing guard at the door was stunned.
I never expected that my master would take this charade so far because of the sudden visit of that young brat outside the door.
The housekeeper was stunned, as was Yan Li, who was sitting on her lap.
She even wondered if she was too heavy and had caused internal injuries to Wen Ze.
"Ah Yan, it hurts so much." Wen Ze held Yan Li's hand tightly. "But if I can't protect you, then no one in this world can."
He laughed again as he spoke, "Ah Yan, your memory is really bad. You don't even remember that person poisoning you. How can you be sure he'll give you the antidote this time?"
Her words implied that without Wen Ze, Yan Li would have no chance of survival.
Yan Li didn't struggle. She reached out and pulled the hand off her neck, then turned to the side and gently cupped Wen Ze's chin.
Wen Ze was extremely cooperative, but his eyes seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words. His brows revealed a deep sadness, as if he were about to pass away.
Yan Li gently brushed the corner of his mouth with the pad of her thumb, but she remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.
After wiping away the blood, she quickly placed it to her lips, pursed her lips, and then laughed in exasperation.
Sweet.
That's really interesting!
The moment Yan Li put her finger to her lips, Wen Ze panicked.
His eyes gleamed.
Yan Li: She really regretted not being able to speak right now, otherwise she really wanted to ask him what kind of script he had arranged for her.
"Why does Ah Yan insist on that antidote?"
"Having been mute for so many years, wouldn't it be better to continue being mute?"
Yan Li: ...
Listen to these words, does it sound like something a human being would say?
"What exactly does the lord want?"
"Of course it's you." Wen Ze grasped Yan Li's hand, gently pinched her chin with his other hand, and kissed her between the eyebrows.
"From beginning to end, all I've ever wanted is you."
Yan Li had no intention of responding; she simply pulled her hand down from her chin.
"Let him in."
Wen Ze finally gave the order.
Outside the castle, Que Fu clutched the porcelain bottle tightly in his palm, ignoring his untreated injuries, and practically scrambled into the castle.
The first thing you see is two people tightly embracing each other on the chair.
At this moment, it seemed that everyone in the world was superfluous, including him.
"Ali, I brought the antidote."
Que Fu no longer cared who Yan Li held in her heart. After handing over the porcelain bottle, he said:
"The king has already promised me to let you go and will not pursue you in the future."
The white porcelain bottle was already stained red with blood.
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