Si Jin had just been discussing with Xiao Yao the plan to gather information about the Yao Yang Kingdom delegation poisoning the people of Nan Liang in an attempt to sow discord and launch an attack on Nan Liang.
He hoped to push Zhu Ziqing off the throne before Shen Yi finished contacting the old subordinates of Northern Qi.
Only after sending the little tiger out did they discover Wei Linyuan's unusual behavior.
Seeing the veins bulging on the person's tightly clenched hands, my heart jumped into my throat.
"It's nothing." Wei Linyuan held Si Jin's hand, pulled her closer to his chest, and said casually, "It's an old problem, nothing serious."
It's alright, he used to fall into hallucinations all the time.
That incident dealt him a huge blow, leaving him with deep psychological trauma.
But since meeting Jinjin, he hasn't had a relapse for a long time.
For some reason, I found myself thinking about that bloody scene again today...
"well……"
Wei Linyuan sighed to himself and rubbed his temples: This is really giving me a headache.
Si Jin leaned against him, feeling her lover's heartbeat quicken noticeably.
They attempted to use divine power to penetrate his memories and find out what he was afraid of.
but……
Wei Linyuan was trying his best to suppress the memory.
He discovered nothing but the sky full of firelight.
… …
Upon returning to the mansion, Wei Linyuan, unusually, did not stay with him but went back to the Wei residence on his own.
Si Jin also didn't fall asleep, and listened carefully to the sounds coming from the other side.
Sure enough, around midnight, screams could be heard coming from the Wei residence, which was not far away.
"Don't go near there! The Ninth Prince has had another attack and is going to kill people!"
"Everyone, get out of here and hide. We'll come back to see him the next morning!"
Si Jin's heart sank, and she immediately set off, leaping over the roof beams in a few quick movements to reach Wei Linyuan's room.
The Wei residence was in complete chaos, and this room was in a state of utter disrepair.
Wei Linyuan held a sword in his right hand, and his powerful spiritual energy directly ripped half of the roof off.
The jade crown fell to the ground, and his long black hair fell down in disarray, fluttering wildly along with his fitted red robes as they were lifted by spiritual energy.
"Hahaha, die! All of you, die!"
"Not a single member of the Zhu royal family is any good! You all deserve to die, you all deserve to be buried with them! Hahahaha!"
The man laughed maniacally, his slightly reddened pupils filled with murderous intent, completely unrecognizable from his usual gentle and doting demeanor.
Not far away, a guard from the Eastern Depot loudly reminded him: "Lord Mu, His Highness the Ninth Prince has fallen into an illusion and is ill. He should be better by tomorrow morning. Please stay away to avoid getting hurt!"
Si Jin turned her head, glanced at the guard, and smiled, "Thanks for the reminder."
After saying that, he jumped directly into Wei Linyuan's room.
The Imperial Guard: ...
Factory Guard: !!!
Although shocked, they dared not approach.
The crazed Ninth Prince exudes murderous intent; getting close is certain death.
Inside the room, Wei Linyuan seemed to sense someone approaching. He suddenly turned his head, his long sword pointing directly at Si Jin's neck.
The tip of the sword was only half an inch from his Adam's apple.
It gleamed with a cold light under the bright moon.
Upon seeing the person, Wei Linyuan paused for a moment, the crimson in his eyes lessening slightly, yet he seemed to be struggling painfully with something.
After a long pause, with trembling hands, he slowly moved the sword tip away and gritted his teeth, saying, "Go!"
"What if I don't leave?" Seeing that he had regained some of his senses, Si Jin took a few steps forward, intending to snatch the sword from his hand.
Holding this thing can not only hurt others but also easily injure yourself; you should take it off as soon as possible.
He approached Wei Linyuan step by step: "Are you going to kill me?"
“No…don’t kill…” Wei Linyuan’s grip on the sword hilt tightened, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and even his lips turned white: “Don’t kill…Jinjin, I must…protect…Jinjin.”
"Then give me the sword."
Wei Linyuan nodded, took deep breaths, and tried to raise his hand, wanting to overcome his psychological barrier and hand the sword to Si Jin.
But just as the sword was raised halfway into the air, it was affected by something else, I don't know.
Wei Linyuan's eyes suddenly turned red, and he immediately gripped the sword hilt tightly. Just as the sword was about to pierce Si Jin's shoulder, he immediately withdrew his spiritual power.
However, due to the excessive withdrawal of spiritual energy, a line of blood slowly slid from the corner of his lips.
"No! Damn it! I can't hurt him!" Wei Linyuan gritted his teeth, turned his sword hilt around, and relying on his last shred of reason, lowered his hand to pierce his own body with the sharp sword...
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