Chapter 49 No woman could be more to her liking…
By then, the two little girls had been comforted by Xue Lanyi, and they rubbed their red eyes, saying, "Then Auntie must come to the mansion to keep us company when she has time."
"And Uncle-in-law too, Uncle-in-law is coming too!"
One of the maids saw Wei Zhang behind her and blinked at him, saying, "Thank you so much for saving me, Aunt and Uncle."
Wei Zhang never expected that he and Xue Lanyi would be listed together by such titles.
His brows suddenly furrowed.
The already bloody and cramped torture chamber felt even more suffocating because of his dark gaze.
Among the several old acquaintances present, none did not know that Wei Zhang now placed the utmost importance on rules and etiquette.
How can we allow others to make up such nonsense?
Lu Lin quickly pulled the child into his arms, while the others looked wary and fearful.
Needless to say, Xue Lanyi had no idea when Wei Zhang had arrived or how many of her presumptuous words he had heard.
She quickly stood up and curtsied to him: "The child is just being silly, please don't take it to heart."
Wei Zhang looked her up and down with an ambiguous expression, then said, "Let's go."
Without saying anything more, he turned and left.
Xue Lanyi noticed that his expression was frighteningly tense, and his dark, imposing figure appeared stiff.
Fearing that Wei Zhang would take his anger out on the two naive girls, she nodded to Lu Lin and the others, lifted her skirt, and followed Wei Zhang. "I have no intention of overstepping my bounds. If you don't want to send the osmanthus cake, you can send it to Qingyang instead. I made the rabbits to appease them; you don't need to actually do it."
Wei Zhang sighed impatiently and quickened his pace.
Xue Lanyi was almost unable to keep up with his pace, panting as she followed behind him on his left.
"When Lu Lin returns home, he will definitely teach the children not to address you so carelessly anymore. He will absolutely not tarnish your reputation or affect your future marriage prospects..."
Why do you talk so much?
Wei Zhang glared at Xue Lanyi, cutting her off.
Xue Lanyi choked, the rest of her words stuck in her throat.
The surroundings became quiet, and one could only faintly hear the children behind them calling out "Auntie, Auntie, Uncle".
Wei Zhang remained silent and walked towards the main gate of the imperial prison.
Xue Lanyi was half a step behind him, and without saying a word, she followed closely behind.
To reach the main gate of the imperial prison, one must pass through an extremely long and narrow passageway, only wide enough for two people to walk at the same time.
The cries of children echoed throughout the passageway.
The narrow passage was dark, except for the candlelight from inside the prison shining from behind.
The two long shadows fell to the ground, as if they were walking side by side.
As Wei Zhang walked forward, it was hard not to notice the two figures rubbing against each other on the ground.
He quickened his pace, and she quickened hers; he slowed his pace, and she slowed hers.
Completely synchronized.
For reasons unknown, Wei Zhang lowered his left hand, which had been behind his back.
The crowded road caused their sleeves to brush against each other, and the rustling sound of the fabric was so clear.
Judging from the shadow, the girl who reached his shoulder seemed to be leaning on him, accompanying him, as if she were holding his arm.
This is something only married couples can do, walking side by side, hand in hand.
A concubine should not overstep her bounds like this.
But at that moment, Wei Zhang suddenly had a thought: Why not?
Over the years, countless matchmakers have come to his door to propose marriage, and he has also been taken to meet many noble ladies in the capital.
Those women were either too timid or too cowardly, and were simply not fit to manage such a large and complex family as the Duke's Mansion.
Xue Lanyi was different; she was more clear-headed and resilient than Zhou Yu and the other men.
She's sure she can manage the household affairs well.
More importantly...
Wei Zhang glanced at her sideways.
A few wisps of hair gently brushed against her delicate face, making her look so gentle.
He would find it difficult to find another woman in Shengjing City who was compatible with him both physically and mentally.
Since that's the case, why not...
A thought sprouted in my mind.
That thought was like a seed that had been buried long ago. Once it was understood, it immediately took root, sprouted, broke through the soil, and grew wildly.
Just then, Xue Lanyi's right hand also fell down, her finger bones accidentally brushing against the back of his hand, so warm and soft.
He twisted his left wrist backward and grabbed her hand with a stern face.
"Why can't we call him Uncle Wei? When we were little, Dad and Uncle Zhou always deliberately taught us to call Uncle Wei Uncle Wei in front of everyone!"
"Yes, Father also said: Although Uncle Wei and Auntie are angry on the surface, they are actually very happy inside!"
Two maids' voices echoed from deep within the passageway.
Wei Zhang paused, his fingertips pausing.
The two little girls clearly mistook Wei Zhang for Wei Xuan.
Xue Lanyi was so frightened that she shuddered. She opened her mouth to explain, but didn't know what to say. She glanced at the man beside her out of the corner of her eye.
Wei Zhang placed one hand on his jade belt and the other behind his back, walking with an air of composure.
The footsteps were crisp and cold.
Xue Lanyi's heart was in her throat.
The passageway seemed very long, and she kept her ears perked up, listening intently to what was behind her, afraid that something might go wrong again.
The two finally arrived at the barbed wire gate. Wei Zhang instructed the Imperial Guard who was bowing to open the gate, "Bring the prison records to the carriage."
The bottom book records the information of prisoners who enter and leave the imperial prison. Every stroke determines life and death, and outsiders jokingly call it the Book of Life and Death.
Why did Wei Zhang suddenly want this item?
Whose life or death is he about to decide?
Xue Lanyi worried that the children's words would eventually offend him.
She was anxious, but fearing that asking too many questions would backfire, she could only remain silent and get into the carriage with him.
Not long after the two left, Shen Jinglan also strolled to the iron caltrop gate.
Watching Xue Lanyi leave safely, he was consumed by rage and could no longer hide it.
"My lord, Lord Wei wants the records of the Imperial Prison," the Imperial Guard said, bowing.
"Send it over."
"And... what about the traitors and rebels in prison?"
"Release them," Shen Jinglan said through gritted teeth.
The Imperial Guard was puzzled and stammered, "Sir... are you just going to let it go like this?"
Those Jinyiwei who followed Shen Jinglan all knew that Shen Jinglan was not someone to be trifled with.
This time, it was clearly Wei Zhang who, openly or secretly, instructed Shen Jinglan to launch a large-scale investigation and arrest the former princelings.
Finally, Wei Zhang released everyone with a simple sentence.
The entire imperial prison and the Embroidered Uniform Guard were nothing more than playing a cat-and-mouse game with Wei Zhang and his women.
How could Shen Jinglan calm down?
However, Shen Jinglan also had her own helplessness.
Back then, he was just a lowly guard. Although Mu Qingyun was a "prince," he had never attended school for even half a day or listened to any court affairs.
When they were first brought back to the palace, they lived in constant fear of their identities being exposed. In public, they had to handle court affairs and military matters, while in private, they were forced to participate in the imperial concubine selection.
When the two were at their most helpless, Wei Zhang found them.
Wei Zhang discovered the emperor's true identity as a woman at some point, and also learned about the relationship between Shen Jinglan and Mu Qingyun. From then on, the three of them were bound together.
The emperor granted him a high position and real power, and he helped the emperor conceal his identity and handle state affairs.
Moreover, he handled things very appropriately.
People say that although the new emperor is young, his actions are quite like those of an emperor.
Little did they know that all political and military affairs had passed through Wei Zhang's hands.
The Emperor cannot do without him in the court, so Shen Jinglan has no choice but to endure it again and again.
But this time, Wei Zhang has gone too far by making a fool of everyone.
He has always been the emperor's subject, but now, for the sake of a woman, he has repeatedly placed himself above the emperor.
We should find a way to give him a warning.
Shen Jinglan narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman in yellow who was getting into the carriage.
Since ancient times, power and women have been mutually exclusive.
He always has to choose one of two options...
It was already late.
Around midnight, a light rain began to fall outside the car window.
There were no pedestrians on the street, and in the deserted cobblestone alley, only the sound of rain tapping on the car window could be heard.
A soft, dense rustling sound enveloped the entire carriage, as if an invisible net had been woven around it.
Sitting in the carriage, Xue Lanyi always felt that her nostrils were filled with a sticky, heavy mist, making it hard to breathe.
She sat on the right side of the carriage, her eyes constantly glancing at Wei Zhang in the center of the carriage.
Wei Zhang sat at the low table, carefully flipping through the bottom of the book.
The wisps of smoke rising from the Boshan incense burner on the table obscured his expression, only revealing his solemn demeanor.
This appearance makes him look more like a judge holding the Book of Life and Death, wondering whose fate he is judging.
Xue Lanyi was worried that he might take action against the Lu family because of his childish words.
She was actually more afraid that Wei Zhang would investigate her past with Ah Xuan because of what the children said.
Although Ah Xuan has already left the city, only three days have passed. If Wei Zhang is truly enraged, there's no guarantee he won't resort to some extreme measures to pursue him.
Xue Lanyi had already witnessed Wei Zhang's cunning methods, and she was truly afraid of him now, like someone who had been bitten by a snake once.
Xue Lanyi couldn't just sit and wait to die; she had to find out what Wei Zhang was thinking.
She took the initiative to sit on the other side of the low table, poured a cup of tea, and said, "I heard that Your Highness is coughing slightly. Have a cup of tea to soothe your throat."
She respectfully handed the celadon cup to Wei Zhang.
Wei Zhang glanced at her briefly, then ignored her, picked up his pen, and began circling something on the bottom of the paper.
Xue Lanyi quickly tucked her sleeves in, saying, "This concubine will grind ink for the young master."
Just as she picked up the ink stick, Wei Zhang's pen tilted and pressed down on her hand.
"Instead of indulging in such flattery, you should think about how you will keep your promise after you return home."
Wei Zhang impatiently tossed the report onto the table, leaned back against the carriage, and closed his eyes for a short rest.
He would not lose his composure because of the words of two children.
The past was not of much importance to him.
But Xue Lanyi's obsequious response is what makes her so repulsive.
Why is she so nervous?
Firstly, she and Wei Xuan did indeed do something improper in public back then.
Secondly, she was afraid that he would take his anger out on Wei Xuan and cause trouble for him, so she deliberately tried to please him.
Her fawning was not for her own man, but for Wei Xuan, an outsider.
She clearly hasn't figured out whose side she's on or who she should side with.
Since she is so attached to the past, she must shatter and grind it into dust today in order to truly recognize her own identity.
A sly smile crept across Wei Zhang's lips.
The bamboo blinds hanging halfway up the window cast shadows, obscuring the upper half of his face.
Xue Lanyi couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could see that the smile on his lips was becoming increasingly sinister.
Xue Lanyi recalled the burning words he whispered in her ear in the interrogation room.
He said, "I want you to personally tattoo the two characters 'Yun Jian' in a hidden place on the couch in Shuying Hall."
This request was so shameful that Xue Lanyi only realized her fear after everything was settled, her eyes darting around nervously.
His gaze fell precisely on that thin book.
Wei Zhang circled the date and the location where the body was laid to rest five years ago.
It turned out that he had been silently poring over the records, trying to figure out the location where Zhou Yu's parents' bodies were laid to rest.
He had promised Xue Lanyi that he would return the bodies of Zhou Yu's parents to the Zhou family.
This was the last request Xue Lanyi made of him.
He kept his promises; he fulfilled every single one of his commitments to her flawlessly.
So next, Xue Lanyi should treat him with the same attitude.
If Xue Lanyi makes excuses and tries to fool him, then his sincerity will undoubtedly turn into an even sharper knife.
Xue Lanyi felt extremely apprehensive and looked up at him.
Wei Zhang also happened to open his eyes, his pupils as black as ink, capable of swallowing a person whole.
The carriage stopped.
Xue Lanyi's fingertips trembled, and the grinding wheel in her hand slipped.
Ink splattered on the table.
The black liquid instantly seeped into the tabletop, like the roots of flowers and plants quickly climbing and penetrating into the surface, leaving behind intricate, fine ink marks that penetrated the entire tabletop.
Perhaps because the ink was brought out by Wei Zhang from the interrogation room, its color and shape always seemed strange.
Xue Lanyi felt a pang of fear and quickly wiped her face with a silk handkerchief.
It couldn't be wiped off; a piece of the paint on the lower part of the cabinet had been scratched off by Xue Lanyi's fingernails, but the ink had seeped deep into the bone marrow and couldn't be removed no matter what.
"Take your things and get out of the carriage." Wei Zhang tapped the inkstone, lifted his robe, and stepped down from the carriage.
At this moment, the carriage had arrived at Shuying Hall.
What's meant to happen will happen eventually.
Xue Lanyi took a deep breath, hugged the inkstone and the box of torture instruments placed beneath it to her chest, and then got out of the car.
Wei Zhang was in front, and Xue Lanyi was three or five steps behind, her fingers nervously gripping the wooden box.
The two walked around the winding corridor and headed to the most secluded part of Shuying Hall.
There were no palace lanterns lit here, nor were there any maids or servants stationed here; it was as quiet as if it had been abandoned.
Xue Lanyi stopped abruptly after catching a whiff of lily fragrance.
"Let's go somewhere else, this place... is too dusty."
She grabbed the hem of his shirt.
Wei Zhang glanced back at those slender, jade-like fingers.
Xue Lanyi curled her fingers, slowly clenching the hem of his black robe into her hand.
The room in front is the bedroom where Wei Xuan has lived since he was a child.
It was already hard enough to make her get a tattoo in Shuying Hall, how could she have to do such a shameful thing in a place full of Wei Xuan's aura and shadow?
She was so embarrassed that her eyes reddened, and she looked pitifully at Wei Zhang.
Wei Zhang wasn't buying it.
Since she is to shatter the past, she must be presented with all those precious memories and then destroyed by her own hands.
May she feel only disgust, avoidance, and pain when she thinks about her past memories in the future.
Only in this way can she completely abandon the past and wholeheartedly remain loyal to him.
“This place is not dirty at all.”
Wei Zhang pushed open the partition door with one hand.
The room was spotless, without a speck of dust.
The old lady had a deep affection for Wei Xuan, and in all these years, she had never missed a day of cleaning his room.
The house was exactly the same as when Wei Xuan lived there, and you could still faintly smell Wei Xuan's presence.
Xue Lanyi felt as if she were standing on the edge of an abyss and was unwilling to go forward.
Wei Zhang stepped across the threshold, his robe being tugged at.
He gave her a cold look.
Xue Lanyi dared not force him, and was led by him, half-pulled and half-willing, into Wei Xuan's room.
An even stronger fragrance of lilies rushed into Xue Lanyi's nose.
Wei Xuan planted lilies for three years before he agreed to marry her.
Dried flowers and seeds can be seen everywhere in the house, as well as books and paintings about growing lilies.
The pursuit of those three years was so intense that even after the separation by death and the passage of time, the fragrance of the flowers remained deeply rooted in the room.
As Xue Lanyi smelled the fragrance of lilies, the smiling face of the young man holding lilies seemed to invade her from all directions.
She felt suffocated, yet she was being pulled forward by an invisible force.
She was helplessly swept along, and could only close her eyes.
I won't listen, I won't look, I won't think.
But she was too familiar with this dormitory room.
Even though it was pitch black, she could clearly feel Wei Zhang leading her through many memories of the past.
She walked past the portrait Ah Xuan had drawn for her.
Ah Xuan wasn't good at this; the portraits he drew made her cry because they were so ugly.
He circled around her, bowing and begging for forgiveness. Finally, after she drew a turtle on his face, she sniffled and said, "We can continue to be good friends."
She passed by the wall of Mohele that Ah Xuan had made for her.
She liked Mohele, so Ah Xuan made various forms of Mohele based on her expression.
He sculpted her crying, her laughing, and even the way she dozed off in school, and placed them in a cabinet on the wall.
He said: When Yiyi marries into the family, she will see a lot of Mohele every time she opens her eyes.
Xue Lanyi scolded him: Who wants to open their eyes and see a whole wall of themselves?
He scratched his head, blushing, and said, "Me?"
...
So many vivid images flashed through Xue Lanyi's mind like a revolving lantern.
Her steps grew heavier and slower with each drag.
In the end, Wei Zhang led him to an empty space near the back window.
They stopped.
Wei Zhang turned the dial on the wall, and a swing was slowly lowered from the roof beam, just between Wei Zhang and Xue Lanyi.
A swing suspended from pale yellow silk sways back and forth.
"I want you to be branded here," Wei Zhang said.
Xue Lanyi suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Wei Zhang with surprise through the swaying swing.
The shadow of the swing swayed back and forth on Wei Zhang's face.
How did he know that her and Ah Xuan's swing was hidden here?
Back then, the old lady observed a vegetarian diet for ten days at Qutan Temple and obtained a small sandalwood armchair, which she treasured and kept in her private treasury.
Ah Xuan saw that the chair was light and soft, and had a faint sandalwood scent, so he secretly took it out of his private treasury, cut off the chair legs and made it into a swing.
In this way, on rainy days, Xue Lanyi wouldn't always be leaning on the windowsill, puffing out her cheeks, and sighing, "How boring!"
Later, on every rainy day, Xue Lanyi would sit on this chair and swing.
When you swing to a high position, you can also see the lilies on Nanshan Mountain outside the window.
Ah Xuan would sit on the windowsill behind her, sometimes joking with her, sometimes engrossed in reading military books, and he would always remember to push her on the swing from time to time.
In the drizzling weather, everything was quiet.
There are no maids or servants to bother you, and you don't need to deal with elders, friends, or guests.
I simply listened quietly to the sound of the rain, gazing at my beloved who was so close to me.
What a wonderful time.
This swing can be said to carry ten years of memories between her and Ah Xuan, and is a little secret between them.
She thought no one knew.
She had no idea that this swing was never just for two people.
When Wei Xuan moved the small sandalwood chair from the private treasury, he specifically asked Wei Zhang to keep watch.
Later, the two brothers also helped each other build the swing.
Later, the old lady was furious because he stole the sandalwood chair and refused to reveal its whereabouts, so he was punished by being made to kneel under the soapberry tree.
Yes, it's under the soapberry tree where Xue Lanyi was forced to kneel as punishment.
The soapberry tree grew on high ground, and kneeling under it, one could clearly see the girl swinging on a swing inside the window.
Wei Zhang was often forced to kneel as punishment, so on many days with thunder and lightning, Wei Zhang saw before him a thousand hanging corpses, a dry well with a bone-chilling cold, and lightning that could strike and kill him at any moment.
But if he looked into the distance, he could see a girl on a swing amidst the swirling clouds and mist, her clothes fluttering, the yellow ribbons tying the swing behind her, like a goddess descending to earth, her flowing sleeves like flying snowflakes.
In that vast curtain of rain, it was so eye-catching, yet so unattainable.
When Wei Zhang was soaked to the bone by the heavy rain, he witnessed their most peaceful and tranquil time.
How could Wei Zhang not know the significance of this swing?
But both the swing and Wei Xuan are now in the past.
Li Zhaoyang is dead; Xue Lanyi was his concubine.
His only concubine.
Wei Zhang's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he gestured with his chin toward the swing, "Sit on it."
"Wei Zhang!"
Xue Lanyi's stiff fingers were still gripping his clothes tightly. "Why must you humiliate me like this?"
"It is instruction."
Teach her what the people in front of her are and what the past is.
He tucked his sleeves into a tinderbox and lit the candles on the lampstands one by one.
He usually doesn't like bright environments, but this time was different. He wanted her to see and remember everything that was about to happen in the room.
All eighteen candles were lit.
The room was instantly as bright as day.
The room was filled with traces of Wei Xuan, which penetrated Xue Lanyi's eyes and heart even more directly.
She instinctively avoided the situation and backed away repeatedly.
Wei Zhang did not stop her, and did not even lock the door to the room.
He casually took out the tools, wiped them clean again, and gently placed them on the table.
The cold, hard metallic sound trembled and echoed, invisibly binding Xue Lanyi's steps.
She can rush out now.
What's next?
A promise is a promise; if you break it once, you can never keep it.
She broke her promise to him this time, and will never have the chance to negotiate any terms with him again.
Reason finally stopped her in her tracks, and she stiffly approached him step by step.
His tools were already placed on the table next to the swing.
He picked up the razor and gestured with his eyes.
Xue Lanyi slumped into a chair as if her soul had been taken away.
The swing swayed gently, but I could no longer feel any joy.
She awkwardly parted her knees slightly.
Wei Zhang squatted down beside her, stopped the swing, and tapped the armrest with his fingertips. "Put your legs up on it."
"Wei Zhang!" Xue Lanyi's pupils dilated, and blood vessels appeared in her eyes.
Wei Zhang cupped her face in his right palm, seemingly affectionately caressing the corners of her slightly reddened eyes. "A loving couple, what haven't we seen, what can't we do? Hmm?"
The scorching breath sprayed out, like willow ribbons wrapped around Xue Lanyi's neck, preventing her from struggling.
The phrase "the joy of a loving couple in their bedroom" was actually uttered by Xue Lanyi herself.
She has to take responsibility for her words.
Xue Lanyi gritted her teeth weakly and put her left leg on the armrest.
She still couldn't relax and kept her legs tucked in.
Wei Zhang pulled over the yellow silk and tied her left leg to the armrest.
Thus, Xue Lanyi had to spread her legs, and the layers of her skirt, without needing to be untied, automatically piled up to her waist, revealing only a small patch of apricot-colored silk underneath.
Wei Zhang's fingers touched it, and a thin stream flowed.
Xue Lanyi glanced away.
Wei Zhang's attention was not on this at the moment; his cool fingers did not linger for long, but instead traced the edge of the silk with his fingertips.
Extremely slowly and lightly, slender fingers pierced through the silk from one side to the other.
The unrestricted touch was too much for Xue Lanyi to bear; her lower abdomen tightened, causing the fabric to rip.
The already silky material couldn't withstand even the slightest force, and the knot came undone.
She was completely exposed to him.
Xue Lanyi was so embarrassed that she closed her eyes tightly.
When the eyes are not looking at objects, the senses are magnified infinitely.
She felt his fingers splashing water, washing her skin again and again.
Soon, the cold, hard blade was pressed against her side. "How about stabbing here?"
Xue Lanyi did not want to answer him.
Wei Zhang went a little further inside. "So, this is it?"
Xue Lanyi jolted awake and was forced to open her eyes again.
She met his gaze; his smile was sinister, growing colder and colder.
The agreed-upon pleasures of marriage should be followed and enjoyed.
Who is she trying to impress with this half-dead, half-alive look?
Wei Zhang was clearly growing displeased.
But he never showed his emotions; he would never fly into a rage. He would simply prolong the time it took for Mo Xing to be executed.
Shame made Xue Lanyi want to back away, but in the end she could only force a smile and say, "Here."
She chose the inner thigh, which was a little further away from the sensitive area.
Wei Zhang did not object, and handed her the silver needle dipped in ink, saying, "Do it yourself."
She had agreed to do it herself, tattooing his name on his tattoo.
Xue Lanyi slowly took the needle, but her hands trembled like a leaf.
After all, making a solemn vow is different from taking actual action, especially since Wei Zhang was squatting right in front of her, calmly observing her.
How should she make her move?
"Could you...could you move aside a bit? I...I can't see clearly," Xue Lanyi could only say.
Wei Zhang stood up and glanced behind him.
Xue Lanyi then noticed that there was a mirror, taller than a person, just five steps in front of the swing.
The mirror was silvery and gleaming, reflecting more clearly than any bronze mirror, revealing every detail of Xue Lanyi and her fawning manner.
Thus, Wei Zhang's departure did not alleviate Xue Lanyi's trembling hands; on the contrary, it made her see herself more clearly, and her hands trembled even more, making it impossible for her to hold the needle steadily.
She looked at Wei Zhang helplessly.
Wei Zhang remained unmoved, rubbing his fingertips together with interest. "There are many ways to hold the needle steady. Think of one yourself."
Xue Lanyi felt as if she had fallen to the bottom of an abyss.
What could she possibly do?
She was completely tense; she couldn't think of anything else, so she could only use her trembling hands to prick her skin.
The moment the needle touched the skin, it left a crooked trail of ink, turning the fair skin into a mess.
Xue Lanyi took a deep breath and suddenly pierced the skin with the needle.
"If you miss the mark, it proves you have no sincerity, which will make your crime even worse, and you will have to do it again."
A cold, harsh voice landed on my head.
Wei Zhang continued to grind his fingers.
He was deliberately tormenting her!
How cold-hearted must a person be to coldly drive someone to this point?
She took a deep breath and focused intently on her skin.
"Also, I don't want a woman covered in scars. You'd better think twice," Wei Zhang warned her.
Therefore, it's not right to stab at all, it's not right not to stab at all, and it's not right to stab at all if you miss the mark.
What exactly does he want?
Xue Lanyi suddenly raised an eyebrow and glanced at him.
He casually raised his eyes.
In the silent standoff, Xue Lanyi sensed a hint of interest in his eyes.
She seemed to understand what he meant by his solution.
She could beg him to hold her wrist and guide her hand with the thorn.
Therefore, it is naturally a stable approach.
But why would she ask him to tattoo words on her body?
Xue Lanyi couldn't say those words; her throat felt tight and uncomfortable.
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