It was the third year that Zhao Xi had been confined in the palace by Wei Li. On a deep night, Wei Li held her in his arms, the sweat on his handsome face dripping as he whispered in a hoarse, low voice, “Xi’er, before I die, I will definitely kill you first so you can be buried with me.”
Seeing the imperial army arriving at the city gates to suppress the rebellion, Wei Li’s power was gone; his corpse might be hanging from the city gates by tomorrow. Zhao Xi looked silently at the murderous intent in Wei Li’s eyes and realized that as a salted fish, she wasn’t ready to die yet.
She patted her still-flat belly: “Little one, we can’t play with your daddy anymore.”
However, while climbing the wall to escape, she accidentally hit her head. The first thing she saw upon waking up was Wei Li, his eyes bloodshot. Before she could even speak, Wei Li’s hand trembled as he stroked her hair, his tone cautious and pleading: “Xi’er, don’t go. I won’t scare you anymore…”
Zhao Xi: “…”
That’s really not necessary; you didn’t actually scare me…
Mad dog, sickly sweetheart, innocent male lead VS super fierce salted fish female lead.
