Chapter 822 Don’t come to me again, we are even now
Zhuang Shihan's expression suddenly turned ugly, and her lips trembled as she said, "You're talking nonsense. Her death has nothing to do with me!"
"Yeah." Wen Qi said sarcastically, "How could you be willing to dirty your hands?"
Realizing something, Zhuang Shihan shouted, "Shut up!"
She prepared the poison herself, and did not ask anyone else to do it except Lin Tingfeng.
But the medicine powder that should have disappeared afterwards quietly appeared in the medicine box that Wen Qi gave her two years ago.
Because of this incident, she had a big fight with Lin Tingfeng, thinking that he deliberately kept the evidence so that he could use it as a handle to control her in the future.
Even to this day, she still didn't fully believe his explanation that day.
Zhuang Shihan still remembers the extremely disappointed look in Lin Tingfeng's eyes when he heard that she didn't believe her.
Could it be that she really misunderstood him?
Thinking of the secret compartment at the bottom of the medicine box that had existed all along but that she had never discovered, Zhuang Shihan stared at Wen Qi and asked angrily, "You knew this day would come, didn't you?"
Wen Qi said helplessly: "Shihan, don't think I'm too powerful."
Although he said so, the smile in his eyes told Zhuang Shihan that this matter was not as simple as he said.
Besides, she hadn't mentioned the medicine box at all, but he seemed to know what she wanted to say.
She asked coldly, "Do you dare to swear to heaven that this matter has nothing to do with you?"
Wen Qi moved his lips and asked, "Do you still believe this?"
Zhuang Shihan naturally doesn't believe in these feudal things.
But she knew that people of this era believed it firmly.
Even if one is as noble as an emperor, he is afraid of the consequences of karma.
Facing Zhuang Shihan's determined eyes, Wen Qi sighed and said, "You are still so naive."
Zhuang Shihan's expression changed slightly, "What do you mean?"
Wen Qi raised his eyebrows and asked with a half-smile, "You Da'an swear to the heavens, aren't you afraid of the so-called God?"
He raised his eyes to the blue sky and said disdainfully, "If God really has eyes, people like you and me shouldn't be born into this world."
As he spoke, the corners of his lips curled slightly, he spread his hands and shouted, "Come on, chop me to death!"
The only response he received was the hoarse and unpleasant cries of birds startled from the branches.
Wen Qi raised his hand casually, and a silver light flashed across his fingertips.
The next moment, a shrill bird cry was heard in the sky, followed by a dark figure falling down.
With a dull "bang", the bird that had just flapped its wings and was flying high fell to the ground and turned into a pile of meat patties.
As luck would have it, the piece of meat fell right at Zhuang Shihan's feet, and blood splattered on her skirt.
Wen Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, "Look, does it look like the kind of flowers that bloom in the snow?"
He frowned, thought for a moment, and asked, "Is it called something like Plum Blossom?"
Zhuang Shihan didn't think anything of it at first, but when she heard what he said, she suddenly felt her stomach churning.
She took two steps back, suppressed the disgust in her heart and said, "Don't come to me again, we are even now."
"Even?" Wen Qi raised his eyebrows. "Shihan, why don't I understand what you are saying?"
Zhuang Shihan gritted her teeth and said, "Stop pretending!"
Meeting his smiling eyes, she lowered her voice and said, "Your Majesty did not credit me for the Border Town incident, so I helped you in vain.
If you still remember this little bit of kindness, please stop pestering me. This will make our time together worthwhile."
She squeezed out the last few words from between her teeth, obviously not wanting to talk about it any further.
She would rather not remember things like this which could be called dark history in her life.
The smile in Wen Qi's eyes grew deeper, and he said meaningfully, "I thought you had completely forgotten the past."
Zhuang Shihan: “…”
She wanted to forget, but this person was like a lingering ghost, popping up from time to time to refresh her presence.
Now he has traveled thousands of miles to the capital, how can she forget him?
Sure enough, a qualified ex should be a dead person.
If it were still in modern times, she could still openly admit to others that she had a relationship with Wen Qi, and he wouldn't use this matter to strangle her every time.
But this is Da'an, where imperial power is supreme.
Even though she is a princess, in this era, she must never do such a shameful thing as playing two-timing.
Not to mention, Wen Qi is the crown prince of Liang State, and his relationship with Da'an can be said to be a fight to the death.
If anyone else were to become entangled with the prince of an enemy country, she would definitely call that person a slut and say that he or she had never seen a man in his or her entire life.
But this person happened to be herself.
No matter how angry she was, she could only swallow her anger.
Zhuang Shihan took a deep breath and lowered her voice, "Even if I beg you, for the sake of our past love for each other, please stop pestering me."
She spoke sincerely, and her attitude could even be described as humble.
But Wen Qi's expression became more and more ugly.
With a gloomy face, he asked in a cold voice: "You actually begged me for him?"
Zhuang Shihan realized something was wrong and immediately said with a stern face, "Why do you have so many questions? I'm giving you face by being willing to talk to you nicely.
If you dare to appear in front of me again, don't blame me for turning my back on you."
Seeing her face full of arrogance, Wen Qi's eyes finally warmed up and he asked with a smile: "How are you going to turn your back on me?"
Zhuang Shihan actually saw some expectation in his eyes.
She cursed him as a pervert in her heart, turned around and walked out without saying a word.
When her sleeve was grabbed, Zhuang Shihan turned around and slapped him in the face, then cursed, "Don't you understand what I'm saying? You have to rush to throw yourself at me, aren't you a cheapskate?"
Seeing Wen Qi stunned after being beaten, she felt a little uneasy.
She remembered some psychopaths in old movies, whose behavior was very different from that of normal people.
There are those who enjoy torturing others, and there are also those who are willing to be tortured by others in order to achieve some psychological pleasure.
The former is to gain psychological satisfaction through the suffering of others and begging for mercy.
The latter is just the opposite.
The more he was scolded or beaten, the more excited he would become.
But if you treat him with a good face and speak to him politely, he will feel uncomfortable.
Zhuang Shihan had always thought that Wen Qi was the former.
After all, whatever she saw with her own eyes or heard proved that he was a pervert who enjoyed torturing women.
But after these few meetings, she vaguely felt that things seemed different from what she thought.
The more she scolded Wen Qi, the happier he seemed. His eyes were like those of a dog with a big bone, and there was even a faint glow in them.
But when she spoke to him nicely, his attitude was always indifferent, and even the smile in his eyes looked so perfunctory.
Just now when she begged him not to bother her anymore, her attitude was so humble that she even wanted to slap herself and call her useless.
But even though she was like that, Wen Qi didn't look happy at all.
If it were her, she would definitely be grinning from ear to ear when the person she wanted to torture was so servile in front of her.
Then, when the other party needs help from him, he would humiliate him severely and vent his anger.
But there was no expression of joy on Wen Qi's face.
Instead, he angrily asked her if she was begging her for Lin Tingfeng's sake.
No matter how Zhuang Shihan thought about it, she felt that his current behavior was different from the Wen Qi she had known before.
But movies are movies after all.
So, she had to try it herself.
Looking at Wen Qi, who was unable to recover for a long time but still tightly grasped her sleeve, Zhuang Shihan suddenly felt uneasy.
Could it be that she guessed wrong?
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