Xie Xianyu's face was extremely gloomy, and he wished he could strangle her neck immediately!
The sudden drop in air pressure in the room made Qing'an and Fu Xian, who were guarding outside the door, couldn't help but take two steps away. However, Wanruo looked at him expressionlessly, neither happy nor sad.
His heart suddenly felt tight, and his surging anger had nowhere to vent. It was stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down. He turned around and walked away angrily.
The door was suddenly opened, and Qing'an and Fu Xian were startled. Xie Xianyu strode out with a gloomy face, and they were about to follow him.
He shouted, "Watch here!"
They immediately stood back up.
Inside the room, Wanruo was still sitting on the bed, her expression blank as she watched the guard at the door close the door again, then she lay back on the bed exhausted.
Xie Xianyu didn't come back the whole night and stayed in the study.
"Young Master, there's a letter from the capital saying that Prince Jin is making another move and wants you to return to the capital as soon as possible." Qing'an pushed the door open cautiously and handed the letter sent by carrier pigeon to Xie Xianyu.
Xie Xianyu took it and glanced at it, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his already gloomy eyes became even colder.
"Send the letter back. I will return to Beijing as soon as possible."
"yes."
Qing'an immediately left the room as he couldn't stay in the room for even a quarter of an hour.
Xie Xianyu rested his arm on the arm of the chair, rubbing his brow in annoyance.
When he first came here, he had thought of taking her directly back to the capital and being done with it, but now that she was so determined to do anything, he felt uneasy.
Perhaps because she had truly "died" once, he still felt a little uneasy in his heart. He couldn't push her too hard, so he let her take it easy.
The next morning, Zhao Fuyin came to him and asked him for a solution to Lin Han's case. Later, another letter was sent from the capital, and Xie Xianyu handled it.
By the time we finished, it was almost dark.
Only then did he put down what he was doing and go see her. After such a day, he had calmed down a little, and she should have figured it out by now.
When I returned to the bedroom, Fu Xian was still waiting outside: "Sir."
"How is she?" he asked coldly.
Fu Xian said with some embarrassment, "There has been no movement. I asked the maid to bring in food, but my cousin refused to eat."
Xie Xianyu's eyebrows jumped: "You haven't eaten all day?"
"Yes." Fu Xian's voice was a little weak.
Xie Xianyu was a little annoyed. He pushed the door open and walked around the embroidered screen. He saw that she was still lying on the bed like yesterday, her slender body buried in the quilt, her eyes closed and motionless.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at her pale face and getting angry: "There should be a limit to being angry. How old are you and you're still on a hunger strike?"
Wanruo didn't even open her eyes.
He was a little impatient and said coldly: "Okay, you'd better starve yourself to death. Later I will let Xu Shujin go down to be buried with you."
Wanruo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she finally opened her eyes, looking at him with eyes full of cold hatred.
His heart was stabbed. He used to blame her for lying to him, but now seeing her like this, he would rather she pretended to be obedient and lied to him, at least it would make him feel better.
"We'll be back in Beijing tomorrow," he informed her.
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