One word and the family is confiscated
Upon hearing this, Li Yin simply looked at Zhao Lianying and explained, "Your Highness, this dress is mine; it wasn't stolen."
Zhao Lianying glared angrily at Li Yin. She stretched out her delicate hand, stained with nail polish, and pointed at Li Yin with trembling anger, saying, "Guards, seize her for me. The rest of you, wait here."
Zhao Lianying spoke through gritted teeth, each word deliberate and laced with anger. Afterward, she gently patted her chest to calm herself.
Li Yin stood there, looking at Zhao Lianying as if she were a clown. Her eyes were filled with contempt, which immediately enraged Zhao Lianying. No one had ever looked at her like that before. To her, that look was like a knife stabbing into her heart. This person deserved to die.
Thinking this, Zhao Lianying raised her hand and slapped Li Yin, but just as she was about to hit him, Li Yin grabbed her hand and said, "Your Highness, hitting someone in public is an act of private punishment, which is inappropriate."
Zhao Lianying smiled upon hearing this, and raised her other hand to slap Li Yin's face. Li Yin smiled as well, neither dodging nor grabbing Zhao Lianying's other hand, but mentally calculating the time.
One, two, three. She curled the corners of her mouth, deepening her smile, and brought the hand she had grabbed to her other cheek. "Slap!" Zhao Lianying's two hands collided together, and her fair hands immediately turned red, leaving some handprints.
She yelled, "You vile woman, I'm going to kill you!" Everyone around her lowered their heads, and the servants nearby hesitated not far away. Seeing this, Zhao Lianying shouted, "A bunch of dead slaves, come over and hold her down! If you don't listen to me, you won't live long either!"
Upon hearing this, the servants all stepped forward, gritting their teeth, and grabbed Li Yin. Li Yin did not struggle, but looked at Zhao Lianying and said, "Your Highness, if you really like this dress, you can just tell the Wen family. It's just a matter of saying a word."
"Shut up," Zhao Lianying said, accompanied by a slap. A red handprint landed on Li Yin's face. Li Yin smiled and said, "Your Highness, you're not very strong."
Zhao Lianying laughed upon hearing this, saying, "You're so stubborn." As she spoke, she reached out and gently touched Li Yin's cheek, saying, "This handprint suits you quite well. You're fair-skinned, and red and white suit each other perfectly."
She applied some force with her hand, leaving red marks where her hand touched Li Yin's face. Zhao Lianying leaned closer to Li Yin and whispered in her ear, "Do you like being embarrassed in public, sister?" She chuckled and continued, "How does it feel to be manipulated by me, sister?"
Li Yin smiled upon hearing this and said, "Is Your Highness referring to yourself, making a fool of yourself on the spot?" Zhao Lianying took a step back to create distance, then grabbed Li Yin's neck fiercely and said, "Why did you offend me just now? I quite like you."
Everyone listened without daring to look up, some even closing their eyes, as if this would make them disappear and prevent them from witnessing the event, thus leaving them with a sword hanging over their heads, living in constant fear.
The wind blows gently, the branches sway slowly, and the clouds drift lazily by.
Zhao Lianying whispered again, "The Wen family is not a place you should be associated with." As she spoke, she slightly raised her hand, signaling someone to kick Li Yin's knee and make him kneel. The person kicked hard, and Li Yin felt a pain in his knee, but he remained standing.
When Zhao Lianying saw that Li Yin only frowned slightly, her smile froze. Why did this person like to court death so much? She clenched her fists even tighter.
Then she said, "You'd better behave yourself, or else..." She smiled and continued, "The fate of the Li family of Jincheng will be your fate. With a single word from me, I can decide your life or death, as well as the life or death of everyone related to you." After saying that, she gently patted Li Yin's cheek, which still bore a red handprint.
Upon hearing the name of the Li family of Jincheng, Li Yin looked up at Zhao Lianying with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes. Zhao Lianying was taken aback at first, but quickly realized that his strong reaction meant he was afraid.
She spoke slowly and with a hint of arrogance, "I am a magnanimous person. If you kneel down and kowtow to me three times, I might consider sparing you this time."
Li Yin stared at Zhao Lianying and asked a question that seemed out of place, "Your Highness was also involved in the affairs of the Li family in Jincheng?"
Zhao Lianying smiled contemptuously upon hearing this. She said, "What do you mean that I was involved? He's just a small merchant. I only took one person's life. Apart from Li Yin's life, which is related to me, the rest of the Li family are not worthy of my attention. I just mentioned it casually."
Li Yin laughed. So there were two groups of people who came back then. How true...
It's ridiculous. Just a casual remark, and over a hundred lives were lost.
A single, seemingly innocuous word could cost the lives of hundreds.
"Is arresting people in the capital regardless of whether the facts are true or not?" Li Yin asked, her voice already somewhat hoarse. Zhao Lianying reached out and touched Li Yin's cheek, tracing her jaw down to her chin, and gently lifted her chin, saying, "It is the truth."
After she finished speaking, she let go of Li Yin's hand. Li Yin's momentum had weakened somewhat after she mentioned the Li family of Jincheng. She was now quite satisfied with Li Yin's current attitude, and her anger had subsided a bit. However, when she saw her wrist stained with purple, her anger suddenly flared up again.
As she raised her hand to slap him, a sharp pain shot through her leg. Li Yin had kicked Zhao Lianying in the knee. Zhao Lianying cried out in pain and immediately knelt down. She cursed, "You shameless wretch!"
The servant was startled and loosened his grip slightly. Li Yin took the opportunity to break free and walked to Zhao Lianying's side, saying, "Your Highness, you said that I have no blood relation with the Wen family, and since I got off the Wen family's carriage, what kind of relationship do I have with Young Master Wen?"
Zhao Lianying looked up at Li Yin and answered decisively with strong disdain: "She's just a concubine who can't be seen by others. What's so great about her? She's shameless."
Li Yin laughed upon hearing this, "That's right, but not entirely. Your Highness has guessed wrong in one aspect. I am the principal wife, not a concubine. Your Highness may try to guess my surname."
After hearing this, Zhao Lianying already knew the answer in her heart. Li Yin? Wasn't the entire Li family dead? What was going on? She was startled, but didn't show it on her face. She had only delivered a message and handed over a letter; she hadn't done anything wrong. She said, "You are Li Yin?"
Although she asked a question, her tone was not one of doubt but rather a statement, revealing certainty: This is Li Yin. So that's how it is. She had wondered why this person looked so familiar; she had seen his portrait before.
Li Yin remained silent and leaned closer to Zhao Lianying. Zhao Lianying could see Li Yin when she looked up. This oppressive feeling from above made her very uncomfortable. She reached out to push Li Yin, but her hand touched his shoulder and she couldn't move him. This was the first time she felt flustered.
Her pupils widened as Li Yin's face drew closer. Then, Li Yin smiled faintly at her, raised his hand, and slapped Zhao Lianying across the face. A striking, bright red handprint immediately appeared on Zhao Lianying's meticulously made-up face. She was stunned, staring at Li Yin with disbelief in her eyes. "You...you, how dare you, you bitch! I will make you pay the price!"
Li Yin listened to Zhao Lianying's words as if she hadn't heard them. She looked down at Zhao Lianying, who was looking up at her, and said, "Your Highness, what price do you want me to pay? I'm so looking forward to it. All the people I love most are dead. Your Highness, what other price can I pay? I'm very curious."
When Zhao Lianying saw Li Yin's ambiguous smile, she was startled and dropped the mask of composure she had been maintaining, closing her eyes.
Li Yin was beautiful, and her expressions were as natural as ink paintings, revealing her extraordinary beauty. Horror was naturally not associated with her at all, but Zhao Lianying felt terrified, so much so that she dared not open her eyes to look at her.
For the first time, a sense of guilt overwhelmed Zhao Lianying. She simply relayed a message: it wasn't her fault; the Li family of Jincheng had just had terrible luck. Yes, it wasn't her fault. Thinking this way, she felt much better and gained a little more understanding of Li Yin. This man was a madman…
A fleeting image suddenly flashed through my mind, hazy and indistinct, as if shrouded in an invisible fog, indistinct and indistinct. The person in my memory had a blurred face, but a vague outline, as if seen from a great distance.
But the voice was unusually resonant, even more so than I remembered.
...
"Do you know what's happening to the Li family? Do you know how Li Chuangming is doing? Tell me how the people in the Li family are doing, tell me, tell me."
What followed was not a reply, but a crisp "snap"—the two halves of the indistinct figures merged together, and then separated again.
"Tell me, what's happening at the Li residence? I beg you, please tell me!"
This time there was a reply, but the tone was impatient: "Since it's written down, naturally the entire family should be executed, leaving no one alive."
This was followed by, "Let's go, Cui'er. Brother Wen should be going back to the manor soon. He must have been waiting for me for a long time. We can't keep him waiting."
...
She'd seen him before, but why couldn't she remember what he looked like? That was strange.
Before the second slap landed, Zhao Lianying slightly opened her eyes and looked at the servants standing to the side, saying, "Why aren't you coming over and restraining him?"
The servant hesitated and did not step forward with gritted teeth as he had before. Instead, he stood there with a troubled expression. He could not afford to offend the Wen family, and the young master Wen and the lady in the palace would also be unhappy if they found out. He was caught in a dilemma. Since his fear of Li Yin was no longer the main reason, it had subsided by most of its intensity.
Seeing the troubled expressions on the faces of his servants, Li Yin was at a loss for what to do. His mind was racing like a cat on a hot tin roof, beating a drum with no rhythm.
She raised an eyebrow slightly. It turned out that the Wen family title was so useful. Seeing that Zhao Lianying had opened her eyes, she smiled faintly, leaned down, and slightly raised her hand towards Zhao Lianying's face. All of this seemed like a harbinger, indicating that Li Yin's next slap was about to fall.
Zhao Lianying opened her eyes this time. When she saw the person who was about to arrive behind the flower bed, she smiled, raised her hand, and slapped herself across the face. The sound was crisp and loud, echoing in the flower bed.
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