Seeing that she had dragged Su An into this, Fu Zhun's eyes flashed with anger, and he gave her a displeased look.
"It has nothing to do with her. From the day the engagement was broken off, we had no relationship. From now on, we will be separate from each other in our own marriages. You don't need to explain these things to me. I just need you to get out of my sight and never come out to get in my way again!"
These words made Li Wanyue tremble slightly, and she became quite dejected.
Although seeing this scene made me feel inexplicably pleased.
But the thoughts of those in power are the hardest to fathom, and she didn't want to be cannon fodder in this chaotic situation.
Caught in the middle, Su An could only act like a quail, trying her best to minimize her presence.
Li Wanyue took a step back with tears in her eyes, then suddenly chuckled softly.
"Since Your Highness is unwilling to believe me, then I have no choice but to prove my innocence with my death. I only wish that a hundred years from now, Yue'er can reunite with Your Highness and continue our love!"
After saying that, she pulled a dagger from her sleeve and held it to her fair neck.
In an instant, bright red blood seeped out along the knife wound.
If someone really dies in her shop, then her shop will be a haunted house.
The value has been greatly reduced, and the loss is a lot of hard-earned money!
Su An's eyes widened suddenly, and he rushed forward, grabbing her arm tightly and trying to persuade her in a gentle voice.
"Let's talk this out. Don't do anything foolish. Think about it carefully. Since you were forced, you're not wrong. If you die now to prove your innocence, and he still doesn't believe you, wouldn't you have died in vain?"
"There's a saying that goes, 'Our bodies and hair are given to us by our parents, and we should not easily abandon them.' You're not even afraid of death, so why are you afraid of being misunderstood? The prince isn't such a rigid person. If you explain it to him properly, he will definitely believe you."
As she spoke, Su An turned around and glanced at Fu Zhun, giving him a series of meaningful glances.
"Your Highness, don't you think so?"
Unfortunately, her eyes were twitching from blinking so much that Fu Zhun didn't receive it.
Fu Zhun glanced at Li Wanyue and curled his lips in a mocking smile.
"You don't need to worry about her. She's just putting on an act to gain my trust. How could someone like her be willing to die so easily?"
Upon hearing this, Su An's heart sank.
No, so all her persuasion was for nothing.
As she expected, Li Wanyue became agitated again the next moment, and she gripped the dagger tightly, causing the blade to penetrate a little further.
Bright red blood dripped down the tip of the knife, a truly gruesome sight.
"Is that really how you see Yue'er? How can Your Highness possibly gain Yue'er's trust?"
Fu Zhun's eyes were cold and indifferent. He tapped his fingertips lightly on the handle of his wheelchair and sneered disdainfully.
"If you are truly dead, then I will believe what you say is true."
As his voice faded, the dagger in Li Wanyue's hand fell to the ground with a thud, the blood on the blade being shaken off and splashing onto the ground, blooming into tiny blood flowers.
Li Wanyue's face was pale, and she nodded slightly.
"Very well, since Your Highness has said so, then Yue'er is willing to die to prove her innocence!"
After saying that, she turned and ran away without looking back.
Su An stared nervously at her departing figure, frowning, and sighed at Fu Zhun.
"Honestly, can't you just soften your stance and say something nice? What if something really happens to her?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Zhun paused for a moment, his eyes flickering slightly, but only for a brief instant.
He quickly reverted to his indifferent demeanor, his tone icy.
"I am but a mortal, not a celestial being. How can I control her life and death? If she really wants to die, let her die. What does it have to do with me?"
That being said, it is, after all, a living, breathing person. Anyone would feel sorry for her!
Su An felt uneasy and kept looking towards the door.
About an hour later, someone knocked on the door from the outside.
"Your Highness, Miss Li... she jumped into the river and committed suicide. Although she was rescued, she is barely alive. In her unconscious state, she keeps calling your name. Would you... like to go and see her?"
Jian Yi's cautious voice rang out from outside the door.
He actually committed suicide.
Su An suddenly felt sorry for her and subconsciously turned her gaze to Fu Zhun.
The latter's lips were taut, and without a second thought, he gave the order.
"No, she's not going. If she wants to die, let her die far away, and die cleanly. Who is she trying to fool with this act? Throw her out immediately, and no one is allowed to let her in without my permission!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Jian Yi quickly cupped his hands and retreated.
No matter how unwilling Li Wanyue was, she had no choice but to give up for the time being.
After all, she has the potential to become a noble consort in the future, and she can't risk her life just to prove her innocence.
In the morning, Li Wanyue staged a scene of jumping into the river to commit suicide, and in the afternoon, Chu Yi came looking for her.
He casually pushed open Fu Zhun's door, walked to Fu Zhun's side, and sat down with a smile.
"Speaking of which, Imperial Uncle is really heartless. Miss Li, such a delicate and beautiful woman, was willing to die for Imperial Uncle, yet Imperial Uncle didn't even blink an eye. Sometimes I wonder if the affection between Imperial Uncle and Miss Li back then was just an act?"
Fu Zhun remained completely unaffected, deftly completing the final stroke before calmly responding.
"The past is past, why should Your Majesty bring it up again?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Yi paused for a moment, then pursed his lips.
He held the teacup in one hand and gently skimmed off the foam with the lid in the other, feigning emotion.
"That's true. The marriage between the Imperial Uncle and Miss Li is off. In the future, their marriages will be separate matters. It's just a pity that the Imperial Uncle and Miss Li have been engaged for several years but have never been able to enjoy the pleasure of it. I have only known her for a few days, but I can make her pleasing me."
"I have tasted the flavor for my uncle. Although it is not as good as that of the actors, it is still a delicacy."
The sarcasm in the words was extremely obvious.
But Fu Zhun merely raised his eyes indifferently, glanced at him, and spoke without any emotion.
"Has Your Majesty taken enough people?"
A look of madness flashed in Chu Yi's eyes, and he burst into laughter.
"Enough? How could it be enough? If I wanted any woman in the world, no one could refuse me."
"By the way, I also want to take Miss Su as my concubine. Doesn't she yearn for freedom and want to soar through the sky? I will break her wings and confine her to the deep palace. I will torture her every day and make her wish she were dead."
He slammed the teacup down on the table, leaned forward, and curled his lips into a wicked smile.
"The more my royal uncle cares, the happier I am."
Fu Zhun hadn't originally intended to argue with him, but seeing that Chu Yi dared to make a move on Su An, his face visibly darkened, and his grip tightened.
He pulled a whip from behind his wheelchair and lashed it at Chu Yi with all his might.
"Since you call me Imperial Uncle, then today I should teach you some manners. Kneel down!"
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