"Maybe you were right; this world would collapse without him..."
If that’s the case, then is the world she is in really just a novel?
And that Ying Ce, is the male protagonist?
So his death means total destruction?
Then where will the plot lead?
Xiao Jiaojiao muttered quietly there, and Yelyu Lie asked suspiciously, "Right about what? Collapse on what?"
"Husband, where is he now? Has he left Bianliao?"
"Uh, he’s still there." Yelyu Lie didn’t want to mention that man in front of his little wife at all.
If it weren’t for the people of Bianliao, he would have chopped that beast to pieces!
But thinking about how many people would be harmed, Yelyu Lie dismissed the idea.
He thought, he is a regent king of a nation after all, he can’t really joke with the lives of all people, right?
As a soldier defending the country, Yelyu Lie could not understand the true thoughts of a madman.
"Husband, don’t you think he’s very strange?"
"More than strange, he’s just a fool!"
"No, I mean his reactions are strange. My temperament and that of the former Seventh Princess of Great Xia are completely different, even two extremes.
The attitude towards him is even more so.
But he has never asked a question, not even had any reaction... Do you think it’s strange?"
Yelyu Lie’s pupils expanded, inhaling a breath of cold air, "Damn it! I know it!"
Yun Chunnuan was startled by his shout, her soft white hand caressing her heart, "Know what? Yelling and screaming!"
"I know what’s strange about him! I always felt I was overlooking something, and with your reminder, I realized! It’s his attitude toward you!"
Yelyu Lie anxiously explained, "I’ve never met the former Princess of Great Xia, so I overlooked the strangeness in his attitude toward you.
But, he knows!
Not only does he know, but he is also fully aware of that Great Xia Princess, how could he not notice your change?"
"Right, you also think so?" Yun Chunnuan nodded, "His attitude towards me is indeed... hard to fathom. He was fine at the General Mansion before, and even like a senior on the eve of our first night, but that night, suddenly he turned into a madman...
Husband, take me to see him, let’s get to the bottom of this matter, then we’ll understand what Grandmaster’s letter means."
"See him?"
Yelyu Lie was somewhat reluctant, "Nuannuan doesn’t hate that madman anymore?"
"Are you imagining things again? I’ve already become your wife, Yelyu Lie, wake up!"
"It’s not really imagining things... It’s just that madman is harmful, if it weren’t for him...
Forget it, let’s eat first, after that I’ll take you."
We must understand what Grandmaster actually means, he spared that madman once, but won’t a second time.
If he offends Nuannuan again, he would rather bear the scorn of the world than spare him!
Yun Chunnuan is the kind of person who can’t hold anything in her heart, if there is, it must be resolved quickly, otherwise she will be restless.
She swiftly tidied up, and after lunch, the pair then walked towards the direction of the private prison.
Unbeknownst to them, the cell Ying Ce was held in already had uninvited guests, who had intruded without alarming anyone.
Two men dressed in black knelt outside the iron bars, their eyes filled with a look of regret.
Among them was Yong Ye, who was often by Ying Ce’s side.
"Master, please come out! Sect Leader is already overly worried! If you don’t return to Great Xia soon, she will come to capture you herself!"
How could Yong Ye not feel distressed?
His master, always calm and graceful like an otherworldly sage, even in the most severe episodes, had never been this miserable!
The white clothes were already thoroughly stained with blood, ropes bound him, almost cutting into his flesh...
How painful it must be!
How very painful it must be!
Although he never showed mercy to himself, the Sect Leader felt pain for him, and so did he...
Yet even now, his master’s lips held a light smile, "She won’t come, I won’t leave, you can go back."
"The Sect Leader has already said, if the Young Master is not brought back, she will have the subordinates commit suicide."
The other man in black spoke, his tone stronger than Yong Ye’s.
Inside the cell, Ying Ce slightly raised his phoenix eyes, with glimmers of light passing through, carrying the taste of conspiracy and death, leaving anyone who gazed only once, feeling a chill.