Sun Congwan couldn't help but feel a little scared when she saw the cold dagger. But her father was a member of the Qingliu School, and she had been indoctrinated with the ideas of the Qingliu School since she was a child. She gritted her teeth and said, "Even if you kill me, I'll see what you can do! You are an official appointed by the court, how can you explain this to others!"
"Killing you is no big deal." Cheng Lang said calmly, "I don't care whether I kill you or not, and I'm too lazy to explain."
Yining looked at him coldly from the side. She thought Cheng Lang was simply crazy!
She now understood that he had not come for the letter at all.
If he really killed Sun Congwan, Lord Sun would not let him go, and if he exposed his actions like this, Lu Jiaxue would not let him go either. But he didn't seem to care at all. So what exactly did he want to do?
He turned around and glanced at himself. Sun Congwan was pinned down. His dagger moved across Sun Congwan's face. He said, "Actually, it doesn't matter whether I kill you or not...disfigurement is almost the same as death."
When Yining saw Sun Congwan’s pale face, she closed her eyes.
I can’t bear to see Cheng Lang now, nor can I bear to see the things he has done.
Finally, after a moment, she said, "Cheng Lang...let her go, let them go, and I'll explain it to you clearly."
Cheng Lang's heart skipped a beat when he heard Yi Ning's words. It had been just a guess before, but now he had a glimmer of hope. This glimmer of hope made him feel like his breathing was tightening.
Could it be... could it be true...
He immediately turned around and gestured for the group to take Sun Congwan out. Qingqu and the others didn't want to leave, but Yining shook his head to indicate that it was okay and told them to leave first. Finally, everyone was out and the door was closed.
Cheng Lang stood quietly, looking at her, without saying a word.
Yining stood up, walked to the window, looked at the canal and sighed. Her expression was calmer than usual.
"Even if you knew, what would happen..."
The sky was gleaming white as light filtered through the dense clouds, perhaps signaling rain. Her profile was exceptionally beautiful and gentle. Outside, the boats were bustling with activity. She said calmly, "Alang, why are you so obsessed with whether I'm dead or not?"
She turned around, looked at Cheng Lang and said, "If I am indeed her, what will you do?"
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