"...You," she lightly pressed her lips together, reached out, and pushed him a little, "Do you really have to kill Pei Yuqing?"

The man clapping his hands paused, not saying a word.

Xie Wanqing hesitated for a moment, leaned in closer, intending to help clean the bloodstains from the corner of his lips, but her hand was caught as soon as she raised it.

Lu Ziyuan lifted his gaze, "Should he not die?"

The emotions in his eyes were very faint, even his tone was aloof. Though it seemed to be a question, it was actually stating a fact.

Xie Wanqing originally intended to persuade him but became powerless, letting out a bitter smile without speaking.

It should be her who deserves to die.

She finally understood, she was the real bearer of misfortune; as long as she was alive, there would inevitably be relentless enmity between him and Pei Yuqing, never-ending.

If it weren’t for her, Pei Yuqing would still be the dignified, respectable Princely Heir of the Duke Mansion.

After marrying her, he hasn’t had a single day of peace, and now his wife was kidnapped, forced to divorce, with his reputation ruined.

Even his life became precarious because of her.

It should be her who deserves to die.

If it weren’t for her, Lu Ziyuan’s mind wouldn’t have become twisted like this.

It’s all her fault!

She really was fed up with the life where she was constantly fought over, always trapped in the center of chaos.

Being fought over by two men, and then kidnapped by robbers for half a month, anyone could imagine how discussions in the Capital City would go. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

A femme fatale who brings calamity to the nation, not much more.

There is not a shred of a good reputation left.

The Xie family is also implicated by her, this bearer of misfortune.

If she could, Xie Wanqing wished she could disappear completely, to be far away from these vexing people and affairs.

Many thoughts are left untouched but once they appear, they grow like wild grass swaying in the wind, no longer containable.

Xie Wanqing supported herself against the bed, lowering her eyes to look at the man beneath her.

His face was still very pale, eyelids weakly closed, surrounded by a lifeless air, full of despair.

...In truth, when he coughed blood, her heart ached.

But she couldn’t admit it.

She remembered she wronged Pei Yuqing, how could she indulge herself in feeling sorry for someone who wants to kill him.

But now that she has decided to disappear completely...

She thought for a moment, suddenly leaning down to kiss his lips, and in the moment their lips met, she could distinctly feel the man’s breath halt.

Soon, he slightly curled the corner of his lips, saying, "For him, you really gave it your all."

Such sarcasm, yet Xie Wanqing wasn’t angry. She quietly looked at the man in front of her, after a while, pecked the corner of his lips again.

"Enough!" Lu Ziyuan pinched the back of her neck, stopping her from continuing the action: "Beauty tricks won’t work."

Xie Wanqing pressed her lips, reaching out to touch his face, "Then what would work?"

Lu Ziyuan suddenly opened his eyes, gritting his teeth, "In order to save his life, would you do anything?"

Xie Wanqing remained silent.

He sneered, "Alright, why don’t you serve me then?"

Saying that, the hand holding the back of her neck suddenly tightened.

Xie Wanqing wasn’t prepared to fall onto him, hearing his voice by her ears, he asked, "Did he teach you?"

Upon hearing this, her eyelid fiercely twitched, any nascent pity instantly dissipated.

This man wasn’t deserving of any kindness!

"What?" Without waiting for her reply, Lu Ziyuan laughed oddly, "You won’t?"

Xie Wanqing made a sound, saying, "I won’t."

"Aren’t you willing to do anything for him?" He pinched the back of her neck, lifting it slightly, seemingly perplexed, "What I can do for you, why can’t you?"

His actions were as if he was handling a kitten, suddenly igniting the anger that had just calmed. Struggling a couple of times, seeing he wouldn’t let go, Xie Wanqing opened her mouth to stab back, "That’s your own disgrace."

Unable to fight back, unable to escape, she could only rely on her words to stab him, which was actually very useless yet to Lu Ziyuan, her words undoubtedly hurt like weapons, far exceeding it.

As soon as the words left her mouth, his complexion changed greatly.

Xie Wanqing also realized her mistake, nervously staring at him, fearing he might cough up blood from anger again, hurriedly said, "I was speaking nonsense, don’t take it to heart."

No matter what, she shouldn’t trample him like this.

Lu Ziyuan remained silent for a long time, his face ashen.

Xie Wanqing added, "I didn’t mean to belittle you, don’t cough up blood again."

Lu Ziyuan’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, he lifted his gaze to her, emotions suppressed as if ready to cough blood to show her.

Such a gaze left Xie Wanqing unsure what to say, hesitated for a long time, trying to reach out...

He couldn’t help but taunt, her hand barely touched him before he reacted.