Bai Yun giggled, and the previous sense of detachment faded away, and the extremeness in her eyes gradually emerged.
Deep within this beautiful body lives a soul that has been tortured to the point of madness.
"Your questions are so boring, just like the ones I get asked every day. I didn't tell them when they tortured me or locked me up in this darkness. I'm not even afraid of death, so why should I tell you now?"
"Then you'd better tell us everything you know." Xiao Nanhui's eyes turned cold. "From what I know about His Majesty, he probably won't let you die before he gets a satisfactory answer."
The giggles turned into sneers.
"Yes, he wanted to keep me alive, hoping that this would lure my father over."
"He'll come sooner or later."
"He won't." Bai Yun's voice was as cold as the frozen surface of a river in the coldest days of winter. "Whether for me or for Ah Zhi, he won't come! There may not be anyone in this world who truly cares about my life."
“You’re wrong!”
Xiao Nanhui's voice rose almost uncontrollably.
Bai Yun was wrong. But where was she wrong? She couldn't say it.
After a while, the anger that had surged in her chest finally subsided. Xiao Nanhui found that she could now face the man in front of her with more calmness than she had imagined.
She stared intently at the woman in the cell and asked word by word, "How sincere are you to your adoptive father when you say such things?"
The woman's voice became low, as if she was mumbling to herself.
"So what if I have it? So what if I don't?"
"He went to great lengths to save you, but now it seems it wasn't worth it."
After saying this, Xiao Nanhui was ready to turn around and leave.
"etc."
She stopped, then slowly turned around and looked at the woman behind the iron cage.
Bai Yun was still sitting on the ground, but his expression had changed. He looked a little timid, but he tried to cover it up with a numb voice.
"Where... where did they imprison Ah Zhi? How is he now? Is he eating well and sleeping well? Has he..."
"I don't know." Xiao Nanhui answered truthfully.
"What happened to the captured Bijiang people?"
"You are a member of Tiancheng. You should know that Tiancheng never kills innocent people. However, if anyone resists, we will never tolerate it."
The thin shoulders shook and then slumped again.
"Could you please... beg the Emperor for me..."
"Miss Bai," Xiao Nanhui interrupted the other person's broken voice. "I saved you in the hall that day because of my adoptive father. I couldn't bear to see him suffer and be caught in this dilemma. I have never regretted the choice I made. But you are not him, and I have no intention of accommodating you."
The sobbing sounds were intermittent and heartbreaking.
"It's my fault. I can die. It doesn't matter. But Azhi is innocent. He knows nothing..."
"Is there anyone in this world who is absolutely innocent?" Xiao Nanhui's voice was filled with pity for the first time. "The more comfortable he once lived in Bijiang because of this identity, the more difficult it is for him to endure now."
Bai Yun moved forward frantically, the chains on his body stretched straight and clanging.
"Whether it's Ah Zhi or those generals and soldiers of Bijiang, they are all flesh and blood people. They also have family, friends, and lovers. If you put yourself in their shoes, how could you bear to see them end up like this?!"
Bai Yun's words were always 70% false and 30% true. Even when she looked at someone with tears in her eyes, the eyes behind the tears were as ruthless as the person.
However, the situation now was completely the opposite. At this moment, Bai Yun showed a rare sincerity.
But what Xiao Nanhui could not accept the most was precisely that true feeling.
She couldn't understand why a person would have true feelings for his enemy?
"I heard that you not only taught them to read and write, but also taught them how to make iron tools. The leaders of the various tribes in Bijiang revered you as a goddess and privately called you Yihepanzhali."
According to Hepanzhali, the language of the Southern Qiang people, translated into Tiancheng language means: Princess of Thorns.
The princess who stepped on thorns was born into a noble family but was destined to suffer torture and misery.
Just like the fate of the woman in front of me.
Tears welled up in Bai Yun's misty eyes, and his face showed a shaky and fragile look.
"That land has been plagued by constant war, yet they yearn for peace and freedom. They refuse to wield bows and arrows, viewing iron tools as a plague that spreads war. But they don't understand that war is always spread by humans. If they don't learn to protect themselves, they will only be trampled upon."
"But you are a Tiancheng man." Xiao Nanhui's voice was cold. "You taught your enemies how to pick up the knife and kill their fellow Tiancheng soldiers. For every Bijiang soldier you save, a Tiancheng soldier will die."
"When they hunted down my Bai family, I was no longer a Tianchengren." Tears fell from Bai Yun's eyes, and the oil lamp in his hand began to sway. "What about you? Are you a Tianchengren? You were born in the barren Lingxi, but your emotions are deeply rooted in the land beneath your feet. And my family was deeply betrayed by the Tian family I was loyal to... You know, I could have lived like you."
"Miss Bai, you don't have to act anymore."
Xiao Nanhui suddenly spoke, interrupting Bai Yun's affectionate words.
The beauty was slightly surprised, and tears stained her eyelashes, like dew wetting wormwood, trembling slightly and about to fall.
Even in such an embarrassing situation, she still managed to look lovable.
"You have no idea how I live." Xiao Nanhui lowered his head, not looking at the person in the cage. "I don't really understand what you're talking about. You have parents, brothers, an older sister, the honor and glory of the Bai family, and unbreakable loyalty and love. I don't have any of these things you talk about, so I can't understand what you're feeling."
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