Nangong Liuer was startled and struggled even more fiercely.
Unfortunately, just as it floated up a little, it was swept back down by the whirlpool.
After several repetitions, Nangong Liuer became delirious from the cold and her hands and feet cramped.
Just as I was about to give up, the whirlpool stopped.
She was overjoyed and quickly swam towards the shore.
But after only a couple of movements, it was swept back into the water by the powerful whirlpool.
The vortex seemed to be controlled by someone, deliberately giving her hope only to plunge her into despair.
They're playing with her life!
In the dead of winter, a person would die if they were soaked in cold water for a few hours!
Ning Sijin, that idiot, that madwoman, didn't she know this principle before throwing her into the water?
Looking at Nangong Liuer, who was struggling in vain, Eunuch Xia's expression was somewhat complicated.
Just as he was about to say something, Si Jin coldly ordered, "Let the princess stay in the water. No one is allowed to rescue her without my permission."
"Those who disobey orders will be killed without mercy."
Today, if we don't torture Nangong Liuer until she's covered in chilblains, we'll question the meaning of life.
I feel so sorry for the two days the original owner knelt in the snow.
Seeing this, Eunuch Xia shut his mouth, said goodbye to Si Jin, and got up to leave.
As she reached the door, she couldn't help but turn back to look at the boy who had just entered the room.
The Fourth Prince... he has truly changed a lot.
Perhaps he could surpass the Second Prince with this crippled body and eventually become the next emperor.
Si Jin entered the room, changed into clean clothes from head to toe, and then ordered someone to make a bowl of ginger soup.
He walked to the window and quietly watched Nangong Liuer struggle.
Soon after, ginger soup was brought in.
Si Jin took the soup and saw that the calm bottom of the soup reflected the image of a black-clad assassin holding a sword on the roof beam.
The man was dressed entirely in black, with his face covered by a black cloth.
Behind him was a sword about three feet long, which gleamed slightly coldly against the snow.
Her brows were slightly furrowed as she gazed intently at him.
A familiar aura.
But this time, it seems that Ayuan is his enemy.
It's even more fun now.
Si Jin discovered something more interesting and lost all interest in looking at Nangong Liuer.
He turned around, limped back to the table, poured two cups of tea, and began to speak with great interest.
"Your Excellency, since you've already spied on me while I was changing, please come down and have some tea with me."
Beitang Linyuan was already reserved because of this matter, and after being reminded like this, his face, hidden under the black cloth, turned even redder.
That's really strange.
Both he and Ning Sijin are men.
He clearly came to kill Ning Sijin.
But why does seeing him change clothes make my mouth inexplicably dry and my heart race?
Beitang Linyuan couldn't explain it, but as an assassin, he couldn't forget his purpose today.
He leaped down and thrust his sword straight at Si Jin's neck.
Si Jin didn't move, but with a smirk, she immediately picked up the tea and splashed it into Bei Tang Lin Yuan's hand.
The scalding hot tea steamed, and Beitang Linyuan winced in pain, immediately flinching.
Unable to hold the sword steadily, in the blink of an eye, the long sword in his hand was snatched away by Si Jin.
Beitang Linyuan was startled and was about to snatch the sword when Si Jin kicked him onto the Luohan couch not far away.
The original owner had fought on the battlefield for many years and had the background of a military general.
Si Jin found this body easy to use.
He moved extremely fast, quickly reaching Beitang Linyuan's side using only his left leg.
He raised his sword and landed it near Beitang Linyuan's ear.
The sword pierced the bed, making a buzzing sound.
Amidst Beitang Linyuan's flustered gaze, Si Jin lowered her hand and removed the man's mask.
A very delicate face.
He had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, and thin, red lips.
He possessed a youthful vigor and was exceptionally handsome.
The prince's beautiful peach blossom eyes curved slightly: "Are you scared? With skills like yours, you're trying to become an assassin?"
As he spoke, he lowered his head and approached Beitang Linyuan, who was so nervous that sweat was beading on his forehead.
Her slender fingers carelessly brushed across the man's thin lips, playing with their meaning.
What are you afraid of?
"Afraid that I... won't let you stay?"
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