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âI only lost to you.â What a good line.
In front of the person he loved, Wen Xian lowered his head for the first time.
He gave up his pride and threw away the last bit of his self-esteem.
Iâm willing to bow down to you.
Although he didnât want to admit it, Wen Xian did think so in his heart.
What blood feud?
What throne?
He didnât want any of them.
But from Fu minâs point of viewâ¦
This man, her husband in name, was just an assassin who wanted to assassinate her. She couldnât even tell if he was telling the truth or not.
Wen Xianâs words.
She did not believe it.
It was common for emperors to be suspicious.
Fu Chen half-squatted in front of Wen Xian and looked at him with a faint smile, tell me, how should 1 deal with you? â
âAt Your Majestyâs disposal,â Wen Xian replied.
His expression was still calm. Even though he had clearly expressed his feelings, for some unknown reason, he still didnât want to say anything to coax Fu min.
He didnât want to explain, nor did he want to give in.
This attitude made Fu min want to mess with him!
If Wen Xianâs attitude and tone had been a little softer and he didnât have such a coffin-like face, Fu min might have really been merciful and let him go.
As for nowâ¦
Fu Shang only wanted to kill him.
As the monarch of a great country, Fu min knew the ways of the Emperor and knew how to torture his enemies.
To kill someone, one must kill the heart.
Breaking his psychological defense, destroying the most precious thing in his heart, smashing the softest corner in the depths of his heart, just like cutting off a personâs last life-saving straw.
He could only watch as he fell into the abyss.
He stood by and watched.
To be honest, Fu min was tempted by his own thoughts.
Yayaya, Iâm so excited.
She really wanted to see the beauty die for her.
Fu min stood up and put on her black cloak again. Before she left, she said,â 1 wonât kill you, nor will I cripple you. I will send someone to get you out of the prison tomorrow.
âAs for the days to come.â
âWen Xian, youâre on your own.â
With that, Fu min flicked his sleeves and left, the corner of his black clothes disappearing in a flash.
If it wasnât for the faint smell of Ambergris in the humid air, Wen Xian would have thought that all of this was just a dream.
Ji LAN didnât want to kill him? You still want to let him go?
The manâs fair and beautiful face was slightly puzzled, and his glass-like eyes flashed with some disapproval.
Ji Lanâs method this time ⦠It was really inappropriate.
How could they let the assassin go so easily? If you donât remove the roots when cutting grass, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows. How could she not understand this principle?
But it was undeniable.
Fu minâs decision made Wen Xian uncontrollably feel a sense of joy.
She didnât kill him?
Could it be because he was a little reluctant?
Wen Xian didnât dare to have too much hope. Before, he thought that he would die without a doubt. He only had one humble wish.
He hoped that she would not forget him.
She couldnât help but let her thoughts run wild. A strange blush appeared on the manâs fair and beautiful face. He was unbelievably beautiful, but against his pale skin, there was a fragile delicate beauty.
That night.
Wen Xian had a dream.
In the dream, he and Fu min were standing on the city wall. There was no one around them and it was raining heavily. The sound of the rain seemed lonely in the autumn.
Their entire bodies were drenched.
Her smile was gentle and endearing, but the dagger in her hand was deeply stabbed into his heart..