This was a sentence Wen Ze hadn't expected.
Before she could even look up, she noticed that Yan Li's hand, which had been relaxed, suddenly tightened, causing the dagger, which was already inside her body, to stab even deeper.
"Wen Ze, after all these years, how come you still haven't learned your lesson?"
Yan Li gave a light laugh that sounded almost mocking.
Wen Ze was already exhausted. He looked up at the person in front of him and said, "As long as A Yan is happy."
Even after being stabbed in the back by Yan Li again, a slight smile still appeared on his lips.
“Tie him to a cross, plunge a silver knife into his heart, sever his tendons in his hands and feet, and finally burn him to ashes.”
"Wen Ze, who are you trying to fool with that iron-forged dagger?"
The moment she injured Wenze, the curse on her body seemed to weaken.
Wen Ze composed himself slightly, looked at Yan Li who had pushed him away, and after a while slowly spoke: "So Yan Li knew all along."
He did indeed obtain the dagger by deceiving people into believing it was real.
If it weren't for the condition that Yan Li had to do it personally to break the curse, it would probably be much simpler.
Yan Li got out of bed, then pushed Wen Ze and, mimicking him, pressed him down on the bed, then used the iron chain left at the head of the bed to tie him up.
He then got out of bed and went out the door.
Although Wen Ze, who had been stabbed several times, would not die, he was in a bad state at the moment.
Will she kill him?
After all, this is a golden opportunity.
As Wen Ze pondered, his gaze fell upon the drawer. Recalling the words Yan Li had spoken that night, he couldn't help but chuckle.
He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the pain in his wound with each breath.
Suddenly, the bed sank slightly, and I heard the soft sound of fabric being cut.
"You're really courting death." Yan Li sighed as she looked at the mangled wound and the knife that was still stuck in the ground.
"Aren't you going to kill me, Ayan?" Wen Ze opened his eyes and smiled again, showing no sign of being at the mercy of others: "This is a good opportunity."
"Just like I said before, I'm dead, and A-Yan will be free from now on. Doesn't A-Yan feel any excitement at all?"
Yan Li decisively reached out and pulled out the dagger, then quickly covered it with gauze to stop the bleeding.
"Given your current condition, I don't need to take action, nor will I need to wait long."
Yan Li figured out what she had forgotten.
Opening the coffin was indeed risky; she almost actually believed she was the princess of this Nadavi Saint, and she almost actually considered killing him.
This is truly a perfect opportunity.
While inwardly praising herself for her kindness, Yan Li quickly treated Wen Ze's wounds.
Perhaps Yan Li had gone too far, because Wen Ze couldn't help but cough: "Is that so? I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint Yan Li."
"At least I won't die before you do."
Wen Ze spoke earnestly, but Yan Li found his words truly unpleasant.
She pressed the wound in retaliation, and after confirming that it wouldn't bleed, said, "If you can't talk, then shut up."
Wen Ze remained silent, raised an eyebrow, and shook the chain on his wrist.
Yan Li glanced at it and said, "You've locked me up for so long, what's wrong with me imitating you for a few days?"
She couldn't bear to see this kind of thing—being dragged around and stabbed—happen to happen a second time.
Let's lock it for now.
Meanwhile, the butler, who was staying in the castle, was eagerly anticipating the feast today. He even went to the mourning hall to make some special arrangements, preparing various seasonal fruits, as well as a whole roasted chicken and roasted goose.
No one understands this industry better than him.
The only pity is that there wasn't a single dead person.
The moment the butler saw Yan Li walk out of the room, he felt as if the sky was about to fall, and he didn't even have time to cry out.
Only after learning that Yan Li only wanted some medical supplies did he realize that the sky had truly fallen and he was truly doomed.
What did he do!
The lord has been watching him handle the funeral arrangements all these days; isn't he just laughing at him?
The butler naturally didn't think that the funeral would end up being held for him; he wasn't qualified. If he died, he would only be good for fertilizer.
As a result, he was completely devastated.
Sitting at the top of the stairs on the first floor, he supported his face with his hands, looking bitter and resentful, and sighing from time to time.
On the other side, Yan Li, having finished bandaging Wen Ze's wounds, lay down to one side and, as if remembering something, asked:
"When can we leave?"
Wen Ze kept his eyes closed, seemingly not hearing anything.
Yan Li sat up again, looked at the silent Wen Ze, reached out and placed her hand on his arm, shaking it twice: "Don't play dumb."
“I saw it all that day.”
She recalled the golden eyes she had seen that day, and couldn't help but feel a little conflicted.
The person lying on the bed simply let Yan Li push and shove them.
Yan Li has no intention of giving up.
After an unknown amount of time, so long that only their breathing could be heard in the room, Wen Ze finally responded.
"If you can only leave if I die, will you kill me?"
Yan Li froze, and immediately withdrew her hand:
"Don't joke around."
"I won't rush you anymore, okay?"
As she spoke, she lay down again, her back to Wen Ze, letting her thoughts become a jumbled mess once more.
Wen Ze laughed at that moment.
Yan Li was inexplicably annoyed and kicked the person behind her: "What are you laughing at? I'll kill you one day."
Wen Ze grunted, "Fine, I'll wait."
The days of recuperating from injury were dull and boring.
Wen Ze, shameless and utterly unaware of shame, would often shake the chain in his hand, asking Yan Li to take him to the Land of Five Grains Reincarnation.
She's going to go crazy sooner or later.
That day, Wen Ze made another request—to take a bath.
"Are you crazy? Do you really want to die?"
Yan Li had just finished applying medicine to Wen Ze's wound when she heard Wen Ze say this.
"Ah Yan, I'm not that fragile." Wen Ze hesitated for a moment. "If I don't take a shower soon, I'll stink."
He wasn't exaggerating.
For the past few days, Yan Li hasn't slept with him, which he thinks is definitely because of his body odor.
When Yan Li thought of her previously healed wound that had recently worsened, her heartache vanished instantly.
"Being smelly is better than being dead."
"You should focus on recovering from your injury first."
Seeing that Yan Li was about to leave, Wen Ze no longer hesitated and grabbed her hand. At that moment, the iron chain that was originally handcuffed to his right hand broke.
Yan Li: "..."
You wouldn't believe it, he's got quite a bit of energy.
Wen Ze was silent for a moment, then looked up and said, "This chain is rusty and can't withstand being pulled."
Yan Li smiled.
If she hadn't been locked up herself before, she might have actually believed this absurd claim.
Was the performance interesting?
"Aren't you tired?"
Yan Li's tone carried a hint of sarcasm, clearly unwilling to get entangled with Wen Ze any further. After twisting her wrists to break free from his restraints, she turned around.
"If you want to die, then wash your wounds all you want, just don't ask me to collect your body."
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