To eliminate any future trouble, the Third Prince activated the Assassin's Guild and dispatched Night Owl to assassinate Shen Zhiyi!
Duan Xingzhi never expected that the person he had been thinking about day and night and wished to marry immediately would be the ultimate goal of his trip!
He suddenly felt a sense of absurdity, as if he were being played by fate.
"What are you still hesitating for?" Ling Yuan's voice, like a viper's hiss, interrupted his thoughts. "Finish her off as soon as possible, and you'll regain your freedom!"
Duan Xingzhi's hand holding the sword trembled almost imperceptibly.
"You wouldn't be... hesitant, would you?" Ling Yuan observed his expression, a sinister glint flashing in her eyes. "If you can't bring yourself to do it, then I will."
He feigned regret.
"It's just a pity that such a beautiful and angelic woman like Miss Shen was killed; it would indeed be a shame..."
The sword's edge suddenly drew closer!
A bloody mark was pressed into Ling Yuan's neck!
"You dare!"
Duan Xingzhi's eyes surged with a bloodthirsty crimson, filled with overwhelming killing intent. His voice, as if emanating from hell, warned through gritted teeth.
"If you dare touch her, I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"
His voice was as cold as ice.
Ling Yuan's smile froze instantly.
The fear flashed across his face, but he quickly composed himself and said with a forced smile, "Okay."
"Then I'll wait for your good news."
He pushed the sword away with lingering fear, clutching his neck. He left with a wary expression.
Duan Xingzhi stood there, his face pale.
I don't know how much time passed.
He suddenly lowered his hand, and the long sword slipped and fell to the ground with a "whoosh".
He slowly sat down in the chair.
He raised his hand and looked at the red marks on his palm from the sword hilt pressing down on it. They intertwined with the lines on his palm, like a sudden mockery of fate.
He twitched his lips.
He let out a short, mournful laugh.
...
The Milky Way hangs low.
Duan Xingzhi sat on the grassy slope of Fuling Valley, with several empty wine jars lying at his feet.
He tilted his head back and gulped down the last mouthful of strong liquor. As his Adam's apple bobbed, the liquor slid down his chin and soaked into his clothes.
"Duan Xingzhi".
A clear, crisp voice rang out behind me.
He paused, didn't turn around, and stared blankly at the boundless starry sky.
Shen Zhiyi lifted her skirt and sat down beside him.
"I've made up my mind."
She took a deep breath and said resolutely, "Let's get married."
The night breeze rustled through the grass.
She was met with only silence.
Shen Zhiyi found it strange and couldn't help but turn to look at him, only to meet his resolute and cold jawline.
"What's wrong?" She leaned closer to him, looking at him intently, and asked thoughtfully, "Is it... that you don't want to consummate our marriage?"
"Is it because you were forced to cure my poison and can't marry the woman you truly love that you're depressed?"
Before he could finish speaking, the world spun around him.
Duan Xingzhi suddenly rolled over and pinned her down on the soft grass.
Its towering figure loomed down, blocking out the starlight.
He leaned over her, his deep eyes churning with pain and struggle she couldn't comprehend. His warm fingertips, carrying the scent of wine, gently and slowly traced her eyebrows, eyes, and lips.
fool.
He murmured to himself.
The one I love is you.
From beginning to end, it's only you.
The strong smell of alcohol mixed with his crisp, clean scent enveloped the room.
He bent down.
His hot breath brushed against her lips, carrying an almost desperate longing, and drew close to her, heavy and hot.
Shen Zhiyi, smelling the wine on him, seemed to become intoxicated as well.
She closed her eyes, her heart pounding like a drum...
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