Chapter 3, not a thing

I had thought that my uncle would at least be displeased, if not furious. To my surprise, he merely chuckled a couple of times, as if he were already quite accustomed to the way this person spoke. In the meantime, he made several attempts to lean forward and get a clearer view of her, who was obscured, yet for some reason, he did not come any closer.

What is the point of thinking so much for someone who may not live past the age of twenty?

Her figure turned slowly around the corner of the flower wall, yet she did not notice that someone had been quietly watching her from behind the wall

Since that is the case, I will just watch. The laughter was not loud, yet it resonated, causing the surrounding trees to shed their leaves in a rustling manner. I wonder if she can survive in this unpredictable and tumultuous imperial capital, just like I do, I wonder if she can...

The tone suddenly shifted, a chilling intent subtly emerged, and at the highest point of the plum branch, a single white plum blossom shattered abruptly

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the uncle and *Tu* were dismissed. Once the uncle left, the man suddenly released her and departed, casting a meaningful glance at her before leaving, which sent shivers down her spine.

In that corner, a flower wall is entwined with a cluster of evergreen vines. As the wind passes, only the sound of the leaves rustling can be heard, with no trace of human presence. Amidst the deep green leaves, a faintly slanted brow emerges, like a delicate feather, revealing a distant mountain-like shade of dark blue.

... ... like me

Suddenly realizing, Dali nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

Draped in a finely woven black dragon-patterned cloak, attended by the guards, he leisurely glanced around with interest and left with a light laugh, hands clasped behind his back

You said ... ... '' The man raised the collar of his light fur coat, the brilliant light partially obscuring his captivating features, a chilling smile reflected in his thin, translucent eyes, `` Should we kill her? She has ruined my plans, and besides, I always feel ... ... there is some danger. ''

If I could be independent, then I would no longer be at the mercy of others, watching my mother endure humiliation to support her children while feeling powerless.

I have seen the melancholy and helplessness in her expression

She was thus frozen in the ice lake, not daring to move a single hair.

If one could do it oneself, then one would no longer kneel at someone else's door in the cold winter months to drink foot-washing water

The feeling of being at the mercy of others is truly unpleasant... Feng Zhiwei sighed, weakly sweeping her broom forward with a flick. The broom barely stirred, only raising a small cloud of snow dust. Feng Zhiwei reluctantly put away the broom, lost in thought about when she might also have the chance to be so audacious.

The man, with great interest, watched his two loyal subordinates flee, then turned to look in the direction where Feng Zhiwei had disappeared. He recalled the woman's astonishing beauty, his eyes flickering, and after a moment, he burst into laughter

In that moment when she first saw the water, she clearly saw ... in the bright eyes reflected in the azure water. ... a murderous intent

Master. The man in gray, who appeared ordinary on the left side of him, observed the departing woman's silhouette intently, counted on his fingers, and said solemnly: "A quarter of an hour."

Feng Zhiwei, wrapped in half-dry clothes, dragged a broom and walked unsteadily on the snow-covered road in the early morning, constantly murmuring this incredibly imposing response

Although that person ultimately did not make things difficult for her and even absolved her of guilt, Feng Zhiwei did not dare to feel even the slightest sense of relief because of it

Is it needed

Is a reason needed

"The woman in the picture book is somewhat different. " Ning Cheng still took it seriously, "She gives me a familiar feeling, a bit eerie, a bit strange, a bit cold, and somewhat unearthly. " He tilted his head and pondered, lost in thought, "Like ... ... "

Oh

Indeed, I saw that fellow displaying a look of sudden realization, joyfully clapping his hands and exclaiming: "Just like the master!"

The meaning of half a quarter of an hour is to complete the entire process of killing, disposing of the body, and eliminating all traces within that time frame

With his fingers resting on his chin, the lightly clad man looked at his exceptionally intuitive subordinate with a smile that was neither fully a smile nor a frown: "You have been slower recently"

... ... has lived for three months

That individual, who appeared as elegant as green bamboo in the snow, spoke in such a way that left one speechless. Feng Zhiwei had always believed in her own composure, yet upon hearing this remark, she couldn't help but tremble.

If one could do it oneself, then there would no longer be those ignorant scoundrels trapping her in an empty room

Is there a need for a reason to kill

Clenching his fist and covering his lips to cough lightly, the man fixed his gaze on his cheerful subordinate and smiled: "Is that so?"

After a long time

Dream on, Feng Zhiwei chuckled self-deprecatingly as she dragged the broom forward

Feng Zhiwei crossed her arms and sighed helplessly, what terrible luck... After enduring for so many years, finally seizing the opportunity to kill for the first time, she was unexpectedly caught red-handed, truly a year of misfortune

The other man in gray, who had been standing silently on the right, dragged this troublemaker away, beads of cold sweat dripping down his face

Is it not necessary?

Ning Cheng

The man raised an eyebrow, and a knowing smile flickered in his eyes, somewhat sinister, somewhat eerie, somewhat cold, somewhat ... not quite right