The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 86 Do you want to kill me?
Jiang Jinshuang sent people to look for He Weijing for a long time.

It is said that before He Weijing left the mountain, he lived in seclusion in a certain mountain forest in Baiyujing.

Later, when Prince Ruiyang Jiang Buhuo fought a long battle against Beihuai, the Black Armor Cavalry, though incredibly brave, suffered heavy casualties.

The conditions in Baiyujing were harsh and the environment was terrible. If those wounds could not heal in time, they would eventually become infected with the plague.

Prince Ruiyang visited He Weijing several times to persuade him to come out of seclusion and join the army on the expedition.

He Weijing is an arrogant and conceited man. It is unknown how much effort it took for Prince Ruiyang to persuade him to come out of seclusion.

In fact, Si Ning knew that if someone like He Weijing really didn't want to come to the capital, no one could find him.

—He came to Chang'an voluntarily.

He Weijing's technique was clean and efficient.

In what seemed like only the blink of an eye, seven or eight soft needles had been inserted into Si Ning's body.

“There are wolves everywhere in the capital, I’m afraid she won’t be able to handle it.”

He Weijing spoke in a detached tone.

While not directly answering Si Ning's question, it was already an answer in itself.

—I came for her.

Si Ning smiled and explained on her behalf, "Your Highness is very clever and can handle anything."

Upon hearing this, He Weijing chuckled softly, as if he had thought of something: "Sometimes he can be incredibly stupid."

Twenty-six silver needles were inserted into Si Ning's acupoints, and Si Ning felt as if a surge of hot magma was gushing out of her chest.

The next second, his brows furrowed, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood onto the ground!
He Weijing quickly moved aside and was not affected.

He looked at the blood clots that Si Ning vomited, took a few steps forward, and reached out to take his pulse.

The atmosphere was a bit too quiet.

Si Ning's lips were stained with blood, and her pale face gained a touch of color, making her look somewhat sickly and beautiful.

for a long time.

He Weijing frowned, clicked his tongue, and his face was cold and stern.

Seeing this, Si Ning smiled and said, "Mr. He, please speak frankly. I am prepared."

Upon hearing this, He Weijing did not remove his hand from Si Ning's wrist while taking her pulse. He merely raised his eyes slightly, his cold gaze unwavering as he looked at her.

"Mr. Si Ning, you will die."

Show no mercy.

Upon hearing this, Si Ning's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lowered her eyes, curving her lips into a smile: "I understand."

He Weijing moved his eyes, and the finger bones on Si Ning's pulse twitched.

It's as if they want to observe his true emotions through his pulse.

for a long time.

He spoke again: "I can cure your heart ailment."

Si Ning's eyelids twitched, and her gaze slowly fell on He Weijing's face.

After a long pause, Si Ning's voice turned slightly colder: "What does Mr. He want?"

The finger bone on Si Ning's pulse tightened slightly, causing Si Ning to lean forward a little and narrow her eyes: "Tell me, how much do you know about Jiang Jinshuang's past?"

Si Ning's gaze turned cold.

He slightly raised his chin, and his other hand, hidden in his sleeve, moved slightly.

He Weijing tightened his grip on the hand behind his back without making a sound.

"What does Mr. He mean?" Si Ning's tone had turned completely cold when he said this.

Like ice covered in frost, it is devoid of any emotion.

Her eyes, which had just been smiling, suddenly turned cold and distant.

He Weijing narrowed his eyes, his tone heavy: "So, just how much do you know?"

Si Ning smiled, but the smile was devoid of warmth, making him appear even more aloof and cold.

He lowered his head slightly and whispered something in He Weijing's ear.

The next second—

The two attacked simultaneously. Si Ning's dagger was placed against He Weijing's throat, while He Weijing's silver needle was pressed against Si Ning's brow.

It was like a silent game of chess.

Si Ning looked at He Weijing with a mixture of scrutiny and wariness.

When He Weijing looked at Si Ning, it was with a chilling killing intent.

The previously harmonious atmosphere crumbled, replaced by a tense standoff, with everyone revealing their true colors. The curtains in the room fluttered slightly.

It also brushed against their long hair and the hem of their clothes.

Si Ning narrowed his eyes and slightly raised his chin: "Mr. He, who exactly are you?"

The silver needle was long and thin, seemingly capable of easily cutting through the texture of the skin.

Now, when the finger is placed in the center of Si Ning's brow, a round bead of blood appears.

He Weijing's tone was rather cold: "I would also like to ask Mr. Si Ning the same question."

Neither side had any intention of backing down.

I do not know how long it has been.

Si Ning spoke first: "Mr. He, did you kill me to prevent His Highness's past from being exposed?"

He Weijing said coldly, "Now that she has returned to Chang'an, the events of that year can no longer affect her."

Si Ning raised an eyebrow.

Ah, he understood.

He finally understood why He Weijing was so familiar and affectionate with His Highness.

Lowering her guard, Si Ning smiled and withdrew the dagger from his throat.

"Like Mr. He, I don't want to show what happened back then."

He Weijing felt Si Ning's pulse.

The pulse is steady, that's the truth.

After a long while, he finally put away the silver needle from his fingertip.

Si Ning was incredibly intelligent. Once she understood the whole story, her wariness of He Weijing subsided: "Mr. He, I now completely believe you when you say you will not betray His Highness."

He Weijing lowered his eyes and inserted the silver needle in his hand into Si Ning's acupoints again.

This time, Si Ning felt something that had been accumulating in her chest for a long time suddenly become clear.

"You just tried to kill me?" He Weijing asked coldly.

Si Ning did not hide his purpose, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, too few people know about what happened back then, and I cannot risk His Highness's safety."

He Weijing said coldly, "Mr. Si Ning should know that if you kill me, there will be no one to cure your heart ailment."

Si Ning smiled nonchalantly: "It's nothing serious."

His Highness's safety is far more precious than his own life.

He Weijing lowered his eyes, and the wariness in them finally subsided somewhat.

Si Ning closed his eyes to rest, and spoke softly, "Your Highness... did you suffer a lot back then?"

That steady hand finally trembled slightly at this moment.

for a long time.

He Weijing's low, husky voice came from above Si Ning's head.

She never complained about her suffering.

"Mr. He, you want to protect her?"

The curtains in the room moved a few more times.

"It's good if you get hurt less."

"It's a pity that His Highness is unaware of Mr. He's feelings."

He Weijing lowered his eyes.

He parted his lips slightly and uttered the words that Si Ning had just said.

"It's not a big deal."
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When He Weijing came out of the room, Jiang Jinshuang was waiting anxiously outside the door.

Upon seeing He Weijing emerge, Jiang Jinshuang hurriedly ran forward and eagerly handed him a damp towel: "Mr. He, how is Si Ning?"

He Weijing wiped his slender hands and glanced at Jiang Jinshuang indifferently: "Since I told you to return the coffin, I can naturally save the person."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang's eyes widened, filled with joy: "Mr. He means that he can cure Si Ning's heart ailment!?"

He Weijing's tone remained unchanged: "I can't guarantee whether it will be completely cured, but I can guarantee that he won't die so easily."

After saying that, He Weijing threw the wet towel back to Jiang Jinshuang and turned to leave.

Jiang Jinshuang was overjoyed. Qian Yao said that Si Ning was still resting in her room, so Jiang Jinshuang didn't dare to go in and disturb her.

But her joy was short-lived, for she soon heard Chuntao come to report to her.

"Your Highness, Xia Yurong is requesting an audience outside the residence."

(End of this chapter)