You have asked for permission to marry, why should I restrain myself?

Chapter 115 Xiao Yan, If I hadn’t fallen in love with you

The handle of the knife was cold, but Lin Zhaoyue felt it was as hot as a piece of hot iron, burning her heart and making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Lin Zhaoyue held the long sword, looked at Xiao Yan, and said:

"Your Highness, can you please give me Qingzhu Mafei Powder?"

Lin Zhaoyue glanced at Xiao Yan beside him, and emphasized the word "Ci". Before he could speak, Qingzhu said:

"Miss, Qingzhu doesn't need it. Please help me."

Killer, you don't need that stuff.

What they want is to remember clearly the pain in their body.

Lin Zhaoyue pursed her lips and looked at Qingzhu for a while, then stepped forward with the long sword tightly grasped in her hand.

"It will be painful, Qingzhu, just bear with it."

"Miss, Qingzhu can bear it, come on."

Qingzhu spoke weakly, not even having the strength to raise his head.

Lin Zhaoyue gripped the hilt of the sword tightly in her hand, gritted her teeth, turned her wrist, and the sharp blade cut through her fragile skin, splashing blood everywhere.

Those almond-shaped eyes were tinged with a seductive red again.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down Qingzhu's chin and seeped into the half-dried blood-stained clothes.

The hand with severed tendons hung straight down, blood dyed the entire palm red and dripped onto the ground along the fingertips.

Lin Zhaoyue felt a suffocating pain in her chest and a strong smell of blood rose in her throat.

The four swords took away all her strength. The long sword fell to the ground. Lin Zhaoyue's body was shaky and she felt a sharp pain in her chest. Her scarlet almond eyes looked at Xiao Yan:

"Your Highness, can you please ask a doctor to come over now?"

Xiao Yan waved his hand and asked someone to call Mr. Li over.

He tilted his head and frowned as he looked at her staggering body, then reached out to straighten her up.

Lin Zhaoyue looked at his hand with disgust, pulled it away, and said:

"I am fine."

Until she saw Elder Li coming over to apply medicine and bandage Qingzhu, it seemed as if her wish had been fulfilled. Without support, Lin Zhaoyue’s endurance reached its limit and she fainted…

……

When Lin Zhaoyue woke up again, it was already midnight, and all she saw was pitch black.

She was wrapped in the rich scent of ambergris, with the man's hand around her waist and the sound of his steady breathing in her ears.

Although her body had been washed clean, Lin Zhaoyue always felt that there was still a smell of blood on her body.

Whether she opened her eyes or closed them, all she could see was the scene of her killing people in the dungeon and cutting Qingzhu's tendons in his hands and feet.

Lin Zhaoyue opened her eyes in the dark and stared straight in a certain direction.

Eyes, empty and lifeless.

After a while, she reached out and took away Xiao Yan's hand that was around her waist.

Xiao Yun had always been a light sleeper. When he felt something empty in his arms, as if he had lost something important, he woke up immediately.

He reached out and felt around on the bed, but couldn't find Lin Zhaoyue.

He stood up and lit the candle beside the bed.

The yellow firelight illuminated the entire bedroom.

Lin Zhaoyue was seen wearing a pure white middle-length dress, hugging her knees at the foot of the bed, staring blankly in one direction, as fragile as a flower ravaged by a storm.

Xiao Yun looked at her indifferently, with no extra expression on his handsome face.

After a long while, he reached out and held the person in his arms again.

At this moment, Lin Zhaoyue was like a puppet, without the power to refuse.

There's no point in refusing.

Xiao Yan didn't care about her feelings either.

Looking at Lin Zhaoyue who neither struggled nor spoke in his arms, Xiao Yan didn't know what was wrong with him, but he actually spoke with concern:

"What's wrong? Scared?"

Lin Zhaoyue seemed to be immersed in a certain world. She did not answer him or even respond to his actions.

The person was clearly in his arms.

He could feel her body temperature, her heartbeat, her shallow breathing.

They were so close, but for some reason Xiao Yan felt that she was very far away from him.

Xiao Yan didn't like this feeling.

Feeling irritated, he pinched Lin Zhaoyue's delicate chin and leaned over to kiss her.

The girl's calm eyes finally showed a ripple. She turned her face to the side and spoke in a flat and vague voice.

she says:

"Xiao Yan, it would have been better if I hadn't fallen in love with you in the first place."

If she hadn't fallen in love with him at first sight, would everything that happened later have never happened?

She regrets.

But there's no use regretting.

It was just a casual remark, but Xiao Yun felt as if his heart was being hit hard by a hammer, causing him inexplicable pain.

His arms around Lin Zhaoyue tightened unconsciously, as if he wanted to strangle her into her bones and blood.

Annoyance flashed in his dark eyes, he opened his thin lips and said coldly:

"Take back what you just said. I don't want to hear it."

Lin Zhaoyue sneered. Whether he liked to listen or not was none of her business.

"Xiao Yan, I am just a fake dead person now. I have no value to you anymore. Please let me go!"

The man frowned and refused without thinking:

"impossible."

Lin Zhaoyue raised her eyes to look at him:

"why?"

Xiao Yun lowered his eyes, his dark pupils were as thick as ink and bottomless.

The man looked sinister:

"Lin Zhaoyue, when you liked me, I would not leave you no matter how hard I tried. Even if I asked for an imperial decree to grant you a marriage, I would tie you and me together tightly. Now that you don't want me anymore, you want to kick me away. What do you think I am?

I am the crown prince, how can you play with me like this?"

So, he's treating everything as a joke?

Lin Zhaoyue lowered her eyes, hiding all her emotions, and stopped talking...

It was not until dawn that Xiao Yan noticed the delicate body in his arms gradually softening.

Perhaps she was extremely tired, even when she was asleep, her face was visibly tired and haggard.

Thinking of her question about why she was kept in the Eastern Palace, Xiao Yan could not give a definite answer.

He just knew that he couldn't let her leave his side anymore, and he wanted to tie her tightly to his side, so that he could see her anytime and anywhere.

Xiao Wei thought about it carefully and felt that his idea was ridiculous.

He is really crazy!

It’s all because of that damn nightmare poison!

She was the one who poisoned him.

Looking at Lin Zhaoyue's peaceful sleeping face, Xiao Yan had an urge to strangle her to death.

He was tired of being out of control.

Rubbing his throbbing temples, Xiao Yan threw back the quilt and got up.

There was such a big fire in the East Palace yesterday. I'm sure my father and many ministers know about it. He needs to explain everything at the morning court.

Lin Zhaoyue didn't wake up until noon. When she woke up, Xiao Yan was gone and the seat next to her was already cold.

"Girl, are you awake?"

Lin Zhaoyue nodded. Before she could ask anything, Yuanyuan spoke up:

"Your Highness went to the morning court this morning, and as soon as he came back he went to the new study."

After a pause, Yuanyuan continued:

"By the way, Miss Liu came here just now. When she saw the young lady sleeping, she seemed very angry and went to find His Highness angrily."

Liu Yiyi?

Lin Zhaoyue sneered.

She was not angry because she saw her sleeping, but she was clearly angry because she saw her sleeping in Xiao Yan's bed.

At this moment in Xiao Yan's study.

Liu Yiyi was hysterical, and she and Xiao Yan had the most intense fight in eight years.

Tears kept flowing from her eyes, and her watery eyes were full of disappointment towards Xiao Yan:

"Brother Ying, it's fine if you keep Sister Yue in the East Palace, but why do you let her sleep in your bed?"