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Chapter 5: Poisoned Wine
The Stone Table was filled with Fine Wine and Delicacies, and Wen Qingyu poured wine for him. The rich aroma of the wine made Yan Zhi Xi feel slightly tipsy even before he took a sip.
He waited a long time for this moment. A thousand words gathered in his heart, yet none came out.
"Drink this cup, and consider it a debt you owe me."
Wen Qingyu lifted the wine glass, ready to drink first, but was stopped by Yan Zhi Xi's hand.
"You are pregnant; do not drink wine. I will drink it." Yan Zhi Xi tilted his head back and drained the cup, "Qing'er, you must take good care of yourself and the child."
Wen Qingyu filled his glass again, casually saying, "So straightforward; aren't you afraid I poisoned the wine?"
Yan Zhi Xi's hand holding the wine stiffened for a moment, then he drank it all in one gulp, smiling at Wen Qingyu, "Qing'er, even if the wine you poured is poison that runs through my veins, I would still relish it."
Wen Qingyu smiled faintly but said nothing.
The two sat from dusk until the moon rose, drinking wine and eating dishes, remaining silent yet enveloped in an unprecedented tranquility.
The Spring Night was cool, and Wen Qingyu was dressed lightly. Yan Zhi Xi thought of getting up to drape his outer garment over her but found himself too weak to rise and fell back onto the stool.
It was as if he had known beforehand; he looked at Wen Qingyu's Black Eyes where the smile had not faded, "Qing'er, you should have directly poisoned me; this Soft Bone Powder is too mild."
Wen Qingyu no longer pretended; the deep-seated hatred was unmistakable. She drew a dagger from her sleeve and stepped closer to Yan Zhi Xi.
That day, she had discovered half of a Bamboo Slip buried in front of the grave, with words left for her by Wen Zhao.
"Kill the Azure Wind Hound; take care, my sister.
The palace guards are strict, and attempting to take Yan Zhi Xi's life would undoubtedly lead to one's own demise. She certainly cannot allow her brother, who has narrowly escaped danger, to face peril again; she must take matters into her own hands.
Wen Qingyu knows she intends to kill Yan Zhi Xi, and while it is difficult, it is somewhat easier than dealing with Wen Zhao.
Why did Yan Zhi Xi guess her intentions and continue to drink the wine she poured?
Wen Qingyu has no mind to ponder this; she grips the dagger and steps closer to Yan Zhi Xi.
When the blade pierces Yan Zhi Xi's chest, blood flows out in streams. Yan Zhi Xi lets out a muffled groan and smiles at her, saying, 'You missed; you didn't hit the vital spot.'
He holds her hand that wields the knife and gestures toward his heart, saying, 'Stab here.'
Wen Qingyu's hand trembles uncontrollably, tears filling her eyes. 'Why? Why did you guess I wanted to kill you but did not resist?'
Yan Zhi Xi sighs softly, his gaze filled with sorrow. 'Silly Qing'er... this is what I owe you.'
He does not let go but suddenly grips Wen Qingyu's hand and forcefully plunges the dagger into his left chest.
Wen Qingyu stares in horror, watching the warm blood pool in her palm, unable to make a sound from her throat.
Zhang Gonggong approaches with a beautifully crafted wooden box and witnesses this scene.
The wooden box clatters to the ground, and a Longevity Lock rolls out."
Halfway through the words, they were swallowed back down. Because Yan Zhi Xi made a gesture for silence. He coughed and said, "Zhang Gonggong, do not make a fuss, immediately send Consort Yu out of the palace."
Wen Qingyu was stunned; she couldn't figure out what this blood-stained man in front of her wanted to do.
Yan Zhi Xi reached out and affectionately touched Wen Qingyu's face, smiling, "I return your life to you, and I also return your freedom."
The carriage drove out of the imperial city overnight, and it wasn't until the first ray of light broke through the darkness that the woman inside the carriage finally opened her tightly clenched palm.
Inside lay a Longevity Lock stained with blood, and within its intricate patterns were engraved two characters: Nian Sheng.
Yan Zhi Xi, this is the child's name.
Nian Sheng, Nian Sheng.
Wen Qingyu touched her slightly protruding belly and smiled sadly after a long time.
It has finally come to an end; this love-hate entanglement has finally ended.
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