Chapter 325 Which No. 1 Assassin?
The night was dim, and the bright moonlight shone into the tent, illuminating a strand of the girl's hair that remained outside the quilt.
Xuan Yi stood in front of Shi Li's bed for a long time.
Finally, he leaned over, gently brushed his fingers through the cool hair, and whispered softly: "Wait for me to come back obediently."
He did not tell Shi Li that Emperor Ling of Wei had written in the letter that if she refused to negotiate peace, Princess Guangyong's bones would be ground into dust.
So, this time he not only had to kill the madman, but also had to bring back the princess's bones.
After waiting for a while, the person curled up in the quilt replied in a muffled voice, "Yeah."
Xuan Yi smiled, turned around and walked out without hesitation.
From the moment he picked up a sour wild apple, his life was different.
There is softness, scruples, concerns and weaknesses.
Listening to the silence around her, Shi Li slowly crawled out from under the quilt, sat up and hugged her knees.
The expression on his face was anxious and helpless.
"So, the title of the first assassin spread throughout the world because of me?"
[The host said this...it seems to be correct. 】
[So, Emperor Ling of Wei died because he coveted his cousin? ]
[So, the first assassin is furious for his beloved? ]
Shi Li looked at the light-hearted ridicule in the comments and sighed silently.
According to history, Xuan Yi would have succeeded in the assassination and escaped unscathed. But if she had put herself in his shoes, she naturally didn't want him to take any risks at all.
Shi Li sat quietly on the couch, hugging her knees, looking out the door, like a motionless stone sculpture.
The autumn rain continues, and a curfew has already been imposed in the palace.
Emperor Ling of Wei slept alone in the palace. Through the thick curtains, the sound of rain could be heard.
The wind that leaked in caused the candle flame to drift, and the dark shadows it cast on the wall were hideous.
Emperor Wei Ling suddenly woke up from his sleep. Without warning, he sat up and lifted the curtain. As a result, a long sword stabbed directly at his heart with incredible precision.
"Who are you!" Emperor Wei Ling looked down at the long sword that almost pierced his pajamas, then looked up at the person who came again and was slightly stunned.
Her red dress was as bright as a flame, and her face looked as white as snow against the candlelight. Her jet-black hair was soaked by the rain, and the ends of her eyebrows flew into her temples along her cheeks. She was breathtakingly beautiful, but the smell of blood made people shudder.
"Give me the bones of Princess Guangyong." Xuan Yi raised the corners of his mouth, secretly suppressing the murderous intent in his heart.
The moment he saw Emperor Ling of Wei, he saw through this man's soul, which was filthy and disgusting.
"You are the master beside my dear sister, right?"
Emperor Wei Ling finally realized why the young man in front of him came. The seriousness disappeared from his face, replaced by a crazy and ferocious smile.
"What is your relationship with Lili? Does she like you?"
Xuan Yi said nothing as the tip of the sword slowly penetrated an inch.
Although Emperor Wei Ling was crazy, he felt the same pain as many ordinary people. He immediately shut up and his face turned pale.
"A cup of tea, one inch of progress." Xuan Yi raised the tip of the sword, his intention was clear.
"Good, good, Lili really received a loyal and good dog!" Emperor Wei Ling spared no effort to humiliate Xuan Yi.
He was not moved at all, and turned his head to look at the clock next to him, to show Emperor Wei Ling that what he had just said was true.
Emperor Wei Ling fell into silence.
He doesn't want to die for the time being. He holds the whole world in his hands and has thousands of people bowing to him. Wouldn't it be a pity to die?
"Okay, the skeleton is in the imperial mausoleum. I'll take you there!"
Emperor Wei Ling finally compromised and said to him through gritted teeth.
Xuan Yi had a bright smile on his face, and the tip of his sword retreated slightly, allowing Emperor Wei Ling to get up and go down.
As for what he was doing with his hands behind his back, he knew it, but he didn't care.
What he wanted was the princess's bones and the life of Emperor Ling of Wei.
It doesn’t matter what Emperor Ling of Wei wants to do.
The cold rain drifted into the main tent with the night wind. Shi Li shuddered slightly, her eyelashes drooping, and she looked towards the door with deep worry.
It was quiet over there, with no movement at all.
If she and Danmu knew now that Xuan Yi was going to follow Emperor Wei Ling to the imperial mausoleum, they would definitely try frantically to stop him.
Anyone with some historical knowledge will remember that the Dongwei Emperor's mausoleum is full of traps and is extremely dangerous.