Chapter 332 Which No. 1 Assassin?
The slightly gloomy sky seemed to indicate that today would not be peaceful.
All Qi Yong needed now was to be crowned emperor legitimately.
Looking at the precious tiger talisman so close at hand, his gaze gradually drifted to Shi Li's face, which was as bright as a flower and the moon.
From the day he was picked up by Prince Guangyong, he kept hearing Prince Guangyong mention the princess' name.
He knew very well what King Guangyong meant.
When a father has only one daughter, he naturally wants to find a good husband for her.
At first, Qi Yong was resistant and felt that he was being used again.
However, Prince Guangyong devoted himself to educating him and really treated him as a close confidant. Gradually, although he had never met the princess, he had already accepted this arrangement in his heart.
Later, when he really met Shi Li, he naturally regarded her as his wife.
However, the seemingly weak little princess is more resilient and unique than expected, and has even planned her future.
Qi Yong was unwilling to accept this.
Why should he let go of the person he had been longing for for so many years?
Thick black gradually spread under his eyes. Qi Yong slowly stretched out his hand, but his target was not the tiger talisman, but the girl's slender and soft hand.
When he remained silent for too long, Shi Li became alert. Noticing his extra movements, she quickly took a step back.
"Qi Yong, take the tiger talisman." She repeated it again, her tone becoming firm and serious.
Qi Yong unexpectedly chuckled, then turned around and ordered the people standing not far away, "Everyone retreat!"
The palace servants were surprised, but said nothing and retreated with their heads lowered.
There was silence.
All that remains is the endless nagging wind.
Qi Yong looked at the defensive girl calmly, "Shi Li, you can keep the tiger talisman and become the queen of this great country. The tiger talisman will be your support in the future."
For most people, this is too great a temptation.
Whether it is the tiger talisman or the queen's throne.
But if Shi Li wanted these, the situation today would not have happened.
The salted fish just wants to lie down.
She looked at Qi Yong's cold face and shook her head, "Qi Yong, I'll give you the tiger talisman. I'm leaving."
"Is that how I annoy you?"
Qi Yong's voice became more and more unpredictable, and he stared at her with an aggressive look.
"Empress, you won't do anything? Are you willing to go on the run with an assassin who has nothing?"
"You know, I can issue a warrant for your arrest right now, and make you a fugitive for the rest of your life."
Tsk tsk, he hasn't even officially ascended the throne and he's already become so ugly.
When Shi Li heard this, she felt that her previous decisions were really calm and correct. She shook her head and looked at Qi Yong with disappointment, as if he had become a different person.
"My father gave you everything, not for you to repay me with hatred."
The girl's voice was mixed with the sound of the wind, and it sounded a little distorted and vague.
The expression on Qi Yong's face was a little stiff, but soon he became stubborn. He took a big step forward and stared at Shi Li more eagerly.
"If I treat you well in the future, it won't be considered as repaying kindness with enmity."
It's a good idea, and it's good at deceiving yourself.
Shi Li continued to retreat, and Yu Guang looked around.
The hairpin in her hand could fire once more, but she had to make sure it hit the target without missing. She had to at least make Qi Yong lose his ability to move, and then use him as a hostage to leave the palace...
Before she could finish her plan, Qi Yong suddenly seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move forward an even a step.
A familiar and sharp sword was placed firmly on his neck.
In the cold wind, the scarlet sleeves fluttered in the wind.
"Little Princess, are you scared?"
Xuan Yi, who descended from the sky, was calm and composed, with even a charming smile on his lips, and his black eyes were shining as he looked at Shi Li.
Well, it turns out that you don’t have to make salted fish yourself.
Shi Li reflected deeply for a second, then felt relieved. She walked towards him happily with her skirt lifted, still complaining.
"Why are you here so late?"
"I came early. I was worried about disturbing you and him."
Xuan Yi moved his sword slightly, leaving a line of blood on Qi Yong's neck, and then he skillfully held the girl's slender and soft fingers.
Is this jealousy?
Or is it weird?
Shi Li held his fingers and curled her lips in uncertainty.
Then, seeing Qi Yong's face was ashen and gloomy, but he dared not speak or move because of the presence of the sword, he suddenly changed his mind.