As soon as the words fell, the other person's mouth twitched slightly.
It's a bit difficult to let Song Yan kill himself, no matter how much money you have.
"Sorry, I can't convey that," the other party said with a helpless smile, "No matter how much money you have, I can't take this order."
Song Wenyan's face darkened and he slammed his hand on the table.
The other party was not afraid of him, shrugged his shoulders, and then said: "He will be here soon. If you want him to answer, just tell him in person."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Wenyan's expression changed from dark blue to surprise, and then he opened his eyes wide with excitement, and asked in a trembling voice: "Is he really coming? Really?"
The other party: “…Really.”
Song Wenyan quickly straightened his clothes. He wanted to meet the person he respected the most with the most handsome and neat appearance.
We must shake hands and chat happily later.
Song Wenyan sat very upright, with the corners of his mouth always raised in the most beautiful arc.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, footsteps were heard outside. Song Wenyan felt his breathing stagnate and his heartbeat quickened, and he subconsciously looked towards the entrance.
A tall figure walked in slowly from outside. After seeing the people inside, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, but was then replaced by indifference. His face remained gentle and elegant.
The smile on Song Wenyan's face froze, and he thought that the person he wanted to kill was actually delivered to his hands.
Even if he was caught in jail later, he would stab Song Yan in the back.
Song Wenyan no longer paid any attention to Song Yan, his eyes still fixed on the entrance, waiting for the awed man to appear.
Song Yan glanced at the box on his desk, then slowly walked over to his friend.
The other party's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and Song Wenyan happened to hear it: "It's Prince Yan, I want you to take an order."
Song Yan seemed to no longer care whether his identity would be known to others.
After all, he was already the emperor. Even if others told others, no one would believe that a weak man was the dreaded assassin.
Not to mention Song Wenyan.
He nodded slightly and asked calmly, "Who is he going to kill?"
The other party was silent for a few seconds, then raised his finger and pointed at Song Yan's face: "You."
Song Yan: “…”
Song Wenyan sat there eavesdropping on their conversation. At first he was disdainful, then shocked, and now dumbfounded.
In the end, the whole person was completely petrified.
His world seemed to collapse.
The man he admired most in his life turned out to be the person he hated the most.
Song Wenyan wanted to die at this moment. He lowered his head and put his hands in his hair, feeling very painful.
The owner of the houseboat asked Song Wenyan to leave. He seemed to have lost his soul and even forgot about the box on the table.
As soon as he left, Song Yan handed a sword to the owner of the pleasure boat and asked, "Did the man who came the last time bring this sword?"
The owner of the pleasure boat looked at the sword, saw the pattern on it, and nodded, "Yes."
Song Yan smiled slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
*
It had been snowing for several days, and there was a stove in the temple.
Xie Shizhu sat by the stove, roasting sweet potatoes and warming her hands.
Xie Xi came in from outside, looking very melancholy.
Xie Shizhu asked with concern: "Sister, what's wrong with you?"
Xie Xi frowned and whispered, "Sister, my father told me to return to Beimo. I'm leaving tonight. Take care of yourself."
Xie Shizhu was slightly startled, "How can we go back in this weather?"
Xie Xi was also puzzled and sighed, "It's okay. I'll take the carriage, which might be slower, but the letter from my father asked me to return to Beimo immediately. It seems there's something urgent."
Xie Shizhu nodded, it was good that Xie Xi left.
"Sister, last time the Emperor asked me about the fragrance on my body, I said that this kind of fragrance can make people feel at ease, but the Emperor's expression changed..."
Hearing this, the smile on Xie Shizhu's lips faded, and he looked at Xie Xi with a cold look.
It was you, kid, who almost killed me.
Xie Xi likes Yanguo very much. It is very big and has everything for eating, drinking, and entertainment. It is better than Beimo.
But her father's order was difficult to disobey, so she had to leave Yanguo.
Xie Xi stayed in Shaole Palace until night and then set off. Xie Shizhu saw Xie Xi off outside in the snow.
When she returned to the temple, she was so cold that she sneezed several times.
Then he huddled back into the quilt.
She fell into a deep sleep, perhaps because she caught a cold, her mind was confused and a little disoriented.
She dreamed of many things, and the several worlds she had experienced played in her mind like a movie.
It finally stopped when she was in the delivery room, seeing the man's worried and affectionate eyes, but she couldn't see his face clearly.
Suddenly, she felt something warm on her neck, as if someone was kissing her.
Xie Shizhu pushed the man away in a daze, and said impatiently: "Chen Zhan, can you please go away?"
Just as she finished speaking, she felt the weather around her was extremely cold, and then she couldn't breathe, and someone leaned over and pressed her down.
The system took a deep breath: [Host, what are you talking about?]
Xie Shizhu reacted belatedly and suddenly opened her eyelids, which frightened her so much that her breathing stopped.
The man's eyes were filled with bloodshot, his former elegance was gone, and his gentle and handsome face was covered with gloomy clouds.
The name Xie Shizhu said was particularly familiar, but this sense of familiarity made Song Yan unable to verify it, and this also made his chest feel heavy.
Song Yan seemed to be gritting his teeth. He pinched her chin and asked, "Who is he?"
Xie Shizhu: “!!!” Sorry, I confused my husband!
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