As long as you close your eyes, a pair of brown eyes will appear, saying with a mocking and provocative look:

"The third point, and the most important point: you are the rare person who can influence Fourth Brother's thoughts and actions. In other words, you are the only weak spot that is rare to be found in Fourth Brother's strength. If I kill you easily, that's not the case.

Too uneconomical?"

She never wanted something like tonight to happen again.

How many times has he taken risks for her? How many times has he walked through the Mortal Street? What is tied to him is the safety of the entire Beiyuan people. What if it is him who is lying on the bed with a poisoned arrow tonight instead of Eleven?!

The thoughts and rule of the Sixth Prince will undoubtedly push Beiyuan into a more terrifying abyss. To defeat the Sixth Prince, he can only rely on him...[

Xia Lan has never been so eager for him to be more ruthless. Perhaps only by being ruthless to this world can he survive in this ruthless world.

A terrifying plan quietly took shape in my heart...

Bei Shangyun, I will not leave you easily in the future, but I also don’t want to be your weakness. I would rather everything go back to the beginning, to the time when there was no love... In this way, even if I die in front of you, you will not care.

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When I woke up in the morning, except for the eleventh prince who was lying on the hospital bed, everyone else was gone. The fourth prince and Qi Zi must have gone to find a way to cure curare, and Shuzhen thought she had stewed a fever-reducing medicine...

The wound was infected, and the Eleventh Prince's entire back was swollen, so he could only sleep on his stomach. Fortunately, he was conscious.

Xia Lan made him a cup of tea: "Are you thirsty?"

Shake his head.

"Are you hungry?"

Still shaking his head.

Xia Lan had no idea for a moment and just stood there. After a long time, she asked again: "Does the wound hurt?"

So the eleventh prince smiled at her with squinting eyes and a pale smile: "What? Are you heartbroken?"

"A bit." After a pause, he added again for fear of causing misunderstanding, "But I feel more guilty."

"Well...in order to make you feel less guilty, help me squeeze your arm." The Eleventh Prince buried his face between the pillows again, hiding his expression, "I have slept in this position all night, and my body is numb.
Chapter completed!