"I still remember how desperate and sorrowful he looked when he said those words, but what could I do? There was nothing I could do..."
At this point, Zhuque's face involuntarily revealed a hint of pain and struggle regarding her past.
Seeing this, Li Chang'an couldn't help but reach out and gently pat her shoulder to comfort her.
At the same time, she couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for the woman in front of her.
Perhaps only she herself knows how resolute she was when she said those words, telling Leng Wuxin to fend for himself.
"So...did the truth come out later?"
Although Li Chang'an knew in her heart that it was pointless to ask these questions now, she still felt sorry for the sad people in the story.
Even though the past cannot be retrieved, people always hope to try their best to make up for some regrets.
But upon hearing this, Zhuque merely waved her hand dismissively and shook her head, saying, "I worked on this matter until I left the sect, and the truth was already right before my eyes, but what good did it do? My eldest brother will never come back, my master will never come back, everything is gone forever..."
Upon hearing this, everyone present felt a pang of heartache.
The cruelest thing in the world is nothing more than the phrase "there's no going back."
Li Chang'an couldn't help but turn to look at Leng Wuxin, whose fate was still unknown, and for a moment a thought of wanting to save his life welled up in his mind.
All the hatred and pain from the past seemed to have been lessened by Suzaku's narration.
As long as a person is still in this world, there will always be a heart that cares about them.
"Do you hate him?"
Li Chang'an raised his eyes and looked at Zhuque, asking a question.
Zhuque simply smiled faintly and then said, "Hate? You mean he poisoned me? Sigh... What's there to hate? I believe he didn't do it intentionally."
"Since that's the case, let's spare his life. Let bygones be bygones. Since he's a member of the Dark Night Pavilion, he must have the antidote."
"Chang An, what nonsense are you spouting!"
Before Li Chang'an could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Feng Beichuan, who was standing to the side.
Although Feng Beichuan felt quite emotional after hearing about the past between Zhuque and Leng Wuxin, he would still remain rational no matter what.
At this moment, Feng Beichuan felt that Li Chang'an must have been blinded by women's compassion.
Upon hearing this, Li Chang'an raised an eyebrow slightly, then looked at the man's somewhat displeased face, which appeared remarkably calm in comparison.
"Do you know how many troubles this will cause if we let him go now? What kind of organization is the Dark Night Pavilion? Do you think your momentary mercy will move them? Will it make them stop now?!"
Feng Beichuan's tone was full of disappointment and frustration. He simply couldn't understand why Li Chang'an would make such an absurd decision just because of a seemingly touching story.
In his mind, this woman was not the kind of person who would act on emotion.
"If that's the case, so what if I really kill him? There's more than just him in the Dark Night Pavilion. Even if we lose this one, there will be a second, a third, and countless others rushing at us."
As he said this, a hint of displeasure appeared on Li Chang'an's face.
Upon hearing this, Feng Beichuan was speechless for a moment.
Actually, upon closer reflection, what Li Chang'an said made sense, but he just couldn't accept that after all that hard work, it had all come to nothing.
The atmosphere between the two became tense for a moment. They each stuck to their own point of view and neither was willing to give in, and it looked like a dispute was about to break out.
"Alright, stop arguing! This whole thing started because of me, Your Highness. You don't have to spare his life just to consider my feelings. The duty of a hidden guard is to protect their master at all times. Even one's own parents can only come second."
When he said this, Suzaku's expression also looked rather unwell.
She is not a very eloquent person, and sometimes she even seems a bit too cold and hard, but that doesn't stop those who know her from knowing that she is actually a girl who truly puts herself in other people's shoes.
Looking at Zhuque's rather cold face, Li Chang'an's attitude involuntarily softened.
She gave Feng Beichuan, whose face was full of anxiety, a meaningful look, and then said to Zhuque, "You don't have to take everything on yourself. I made this decision not only for your sake, but also because I followed my heart. My mind is made up, so let's leave it at that."
After hearing Li Chang'an's words, Zhuque felt no more burdened. However, she was still grateful to this woman who had almost perfectly balanced kindness and righteousness, and the tense expression on her face softened.
"Pfft! Cough cough cough cough..."
Just then, Leng Wuxin, who was still half-dead, suddenly sat up as if he were a carp leaping out of its skin, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
The quilt and the carved panel at the foot of the bed were instantly splattered with bloodstains of all sizes.
For a moment, a faint smell of blood seemed to permeate the entire room.
Seeing this, Zhuque quickly stepped forward to support Leng Wuxin, her face showing undisguised concern and anxiety.
After vomiting blood, Leng Wuxin slumped back down, feeling dizzy.
"I knew it! Whenever they come to me, it's never good news! So, what's wrong this time?"
As the saying goes, timing is everything, and Yan Qianhe's arrival is truly like a timely rain after a long drought.
"You should go and see him quickly. He has been poisoned with the exact same poison as Suzaku before, and his condition seems to be not good."
Li Chang'an's tone was somewhat solemn when he said this.
She didn't directly ask Yan Qianhe to detoxify the other party, but the other party was also a very perceptive person and immediately understood the implied meaning in Li Chang'an's words.
However, Yan Qianhe has a bad habit: in order to avoid trouble for herself, she would rather pretend to be deaf and dumb, even if she knows everything perfectly well, she would never reveal the slightest bit of it.
Since Li Chang'an only told her to go and take a look, she really just went and took a look.
Immediately, Yan Qianhe plopped down on the edge of the bed, then crossed her legs seductively, and stretched out her slender hand, placing it on Leng Wuxin's pulse with a hint of disdain.
"Tsk tsk tsk, who is this person? How did he get into such a grotesque state? And you guys still dared to pick him up like this..."
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