If that's the case, then everything makes sense.
Yin Changling knew all along that Tu Shan Lingxi still harbored feelings for Wan Qijin, but he pretended not to know in order to keep her.
But now the enemy is provoking him right at his doorstep.
Yin Changling hated Wan Qijin to the core. Why was this person always haunting him, always appearing around him and Xi'er?
He almost gritted his teeth; he wanted to tear the man in front of him, whom he envied, to pieces.
"So, you're here to show off? But Wanqi Jin, don't forget, Xi'er has already married me and is my queen."
After Yin Changling finished speaking, he noticed that his lower lip was trembling and the corners of his mouth were twitching uncontrollably, which was a sign of his nervousness and fear.
He was startled, and began to mock himself inwardly. So he was afraid after all—afraid that Wan Qijin would really take Tu Shan Lingxi away, afraid that he wouldn't be able to keep her.
After all, on their wedding night, he had to get her drunk before they could consummate their marriage. When she wasn't drunk, Xi'er resisted him.
Wan Qijin noticed his guilty conscience, narrowed her eyes, and then spoke to Yin Changling.
“Xi’er has me in her heart, that’s why she’s thinking of me like this. Otherwise, try killing me again and Xi’er will definitely break with you.”
You think I wouldn't dare to touch you?
Provoked by his words, Yin Changling's eyes turned bloodshot, and the veins on his hand holding the sword bulged as the sharp blade pointed directly at Wan Qijin's throat.
Wan Qijin didn't even blink, waiting for Yin Changling to stab him, because this was exactly what he was waiting for—a wound that wasn't fatal, but looked deadly.
He believed that as long as he was injured by Yin Changling, Xi'er would return to his side, and she would only have him in her heart, and would no longer care about Yin Changling.
"You're trying to provoke me!"
At the most crucial moment, even the Dragon Roar Sword drew blood, but Yin Changling managed to stop the sword from advancing any further.
Even when Yin Changling saw the bloodstains, he instinctively pulled his sword back, inserted it under the table, and pierced a large hole in it. If that force had been applied to a person, that person would have been dead long ago.
Yin Changling looked up at Wan Qijin and saw a hint of disappointment in Wan Qijin's eyes, so he asked her what was wrong.
He was a sensitive and suspicious person to begin with, let alone such a simple provocation. He was only so easily provoked because it concerned Tu Shan Lingxi.
Now that Wan Qijin has been caught red-handed, Yin Changling is pressing him for answers. He's not so easily fooled; there's no way he'll be able to outmaneuver him.
"Wan Qijin, what exactly are you plotting?"
Wan Qijin thought to himself that it was a pity. He was so close, so very close, to having Xi'er's love all to himself.
Sure enough, Yin Changling is no longer the innocent little wolf cub he once was; he has grown a lot over the years.
"It's nothing, I just wanted to discuss with you how we can protect Xi'er together."
Wan Qijin realized that since her first plan had failed, she had no choice but to come up with a second plan.
That's right, Wanqi Jin came to negotiate peace, wanting to have a place for himself instead of being left far away on Mount Ling, with no possibility of getting close to Xi'er again.
"What? Hahaha, are you kidding me? We were just facing off with swords drawn, and now you want to talk peace with me?"
Yin Changling laughed as if he had heard a huge joke. After he had finished laughing, he looked at Wan Qijin, as if trying to see some clues in his eyes.
But after watching for a long time, I didn't see a trace of guilt. On the contrary, there was determination, an unprecedented determination, a determination as if to dedicate one's life.
What do you mean by this?
Yin Changling finally stopped laughing, and he became serious, wanting to ask Wan Qijin what he really meant.
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