The boy's eyes flashed with anger as he spoke.
Like a ruthless venomous snake, it was about to devour the entire world.
Ever since being saved by the Little Heavenly Lord, Si Jin has developed a strong aversion to people who don't value their lives.
Because being alive is the prerequisite for doing everything.
He wanted Xiang Linyuan to understand that what he considered a great sacrifice, and what he considered a responsible act of protecting his lover, was all part of his actions.
In the grand scheme of things, it's like throwing an egg against a rock!
… …
After Xiang Linyuan left, Si Jin took over the reins of government.
He had met the late Empress several times, but she had returned to the Prime Minister's residence to rest during her pregnancy. She didn't see him often, but each time she expressed her gratitude with tears in her eyes.
She was grateful to Si Jin for protecting her, and grateful that Si Jin disregarded past grievances and gave her child a chance to live.
Time flies.
Just as Si Jin had predicted.
Less than a month later, urgent reports came from the front lines—
Xiang Linyuan was attacked by poisonous insects and was in imminent danger.
When Si Jin heard the news, he was performing divination in the Imperial Preceptor's Hall.
He said he would teach Xiang Linyuan a lesson, but he still couldn't help but worry about Xiang Linyuan's safety, spending his days in the Imperial Preceptor's Hall divining good and bad fortune for him.
She pretended not to care, but she still felt heartbroken when she heard the news that Xiang Linyuan was in critical condition.
It felt like being pricked by needles, a tiny, sharp pain.
Although not fatal, it cannot be ignored.
Si Jin dismissed the messenger who came to report and ordered the commander of the Imperial Guards to lead reinforcements.
He claimed that he was going into seclusion for the sake of the fate of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
But as the gates of the Imperial Preceptor's Hall were being closed, he vanished into thin air.
When they reappeared, they were already at the commander's tent in the Southern Frontier Camp.
… …
It seems a fierce battle has just ended here; there are wounded soldiers and blood everywhere.
Even the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
It smells good.
It has a great sense of thrill, like fighting on the battlefield.
Si Jin narrowed her beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly, and a bloodthirsty smile gradually spread across her lips.
The evening breeze of southern Xinjiang lifted his exquisite white robes, which fluttered along with the tattered banners.
He looked like a god who had fought his way out of the abyss of demons.
Gentle yet dangerous.
He stepped into the command tent and immediately saw Xiang Linyuan lying on the couch, barely alive.
His face was pale, and even his lips were bloodless.
He can no longer take his medicine.
Several rough-handed generals frantically surrounded them, the medicine spilling out and causing them to cough repeatedly.
A few drops of brown medicine juice fell on the protruding collarbone, giving it a somewhat sickly beauty.
They look like they're easy to bully.
Si Jin took a deep breath and walked over, extending her hand to a general. Her cold voice betrayed no emotion.
"I'll do it."
The general looked up and immediately saw the Imperial Advisor, who was far away in the capital.
Shocked, he then saw Xiang Linyuan's eyes light up.
He dared not say anything more, fearing that he might disturb His Majesty and worsen his condition, and quickly left.
The moment Xiang Linyuan saw Si Jin, he actually sat up, grabbed her hand, and his face was full of joy:
"Jinjin, what brings you here?!"
However, the next moment, the joyful expression instantly turned into helplessness:
"No, that's not right! You shouldn't have come!"
"It's too dangerous here! You shouldn't..."
Splash—
Sizzle—
However, before he could finish speaking, Si Jin smashed the medicine bowl with lightning speed and plunged the ceramic shards in her hand into his heart.
Xiang Linyuan was stunned. The pain was so intense that he couldn't even shed a single tear.
Tick-tock—
A drop of blood fell from the wound onto Si Jin's hand.
The black blood carried the bitter taste of barbarian poison.
Si Jin remained silent, forcefully suppressing the urge to lick his blood.
She just stared at him blankly, asking almost resolutely:
Does it hurt?
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