After Yin Haoyu left, Bai Li couldn't sleep anymore. She just sat cross-legged on the bed, holding her chin with her hands, blinking her big eyes and thinking blankly.
To be honest, she quite sympathizes with Yin Haoyu. Although liking her cousin is considered an unethical love in modern times, this was in ancient times, and in the royal family, there were always many such things, and the wealth should not flow to outsiders.
They are obviously the queen's sons, and they are twins, but just because he came out a little later than his royal brother, not only did he not get the throne, but he didn't even get his wife's turn.
It's really not an ordinary tragedy.
The emperor's younger brother is so tragic, but what about Yin Moxuan?
Why did he wear a mask all day long, why did he go to steal the prime minister's house, and why did he put the blame on the general.
She doesn't understand the intrigues between the government and the public, but in modern times she doesn't often watch palace fighting dramas.
Yin Moxuan would do this, he must have his own plan, but why did he drag himself with someone whose identity he didn't even know?
Tilting her head, Bai Li's eyes fell on the white handkerchief that she had hung in the ventilation area of the window. With a move in her heart, Bai Li jumped out of bed and took the handkerchief over.
The blood stains on it have been washed away, and the veil is very thin and has been blown dry by the summer wind.
Looking at the flawless white handkerchief in her hand, Bai Li's mind once again recalled the scene when she pulled out the arrow from Yin Moxuan's back.
The arrow was hooked, and the moment it was pulled out, flesh and blood spattered, and the blood sprayed on her face, hands, and body. It was not warm, but cold.
His eyes were bright red, his body was cold, and he was miserable.
The more she thought about it, the more worried Bai Li became, even though this guy was very hateful and even almost killed her, and she had misunderstood him and left him behind before.
But judging from what happened later, it was not that he abandoned himself at that time, but that his shoulder injury delayed his time.
He came to save himself even though he was injured, and even got shot with an arrow because of her. If he died like this, wouldn't she owe someone a favor in vain?
No, she had to go and confirm.
Thinking of this, Bai Li quietly opened the window and looked outside. It was dark and no one was watching outside. He bit his lower lip, made up his mind, closed the window, and turned around and walked towards the bed.
A moment later, the door of the room where Bai Li lived was quietly opened. The next moment, a smaller black figure quietly flashed out, looked around, and then disappeared into the darkness.
The night is deep and dark, the moon is hidden and the stars are few.
In the bathhouse of Prince Xuan's Mansion, the mist is lingering and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing.
While the white gauze danced lightly, a figure loomed in the pool.
Yin Moxuan closed his eyes and leaned against the edge of the bathtub covered with petals. His upper body was exposed on the water, and his hands were casually resting on the edge of the bathtub. He looked leisurely and lazy, without looking like he was seriously injured.
Against the backdrop of the red petals, the naked chest looked even more sexy and mysterious, while the back that had been hit by an arrow was smooth and flawless without any traces.
The white mist was misty, the water was rumbling gently, ripples were surging on the water surface covered with petals, and a silver light flashed away.
"You used your spiritual power three times in one day, and you really don't want to die."
At this moment, a voice sounded faintly, and a red shadow flashed behind the white gauze. Jian Xinan walked barefoot carrying a basket of petals, then squatted down a few steps away from Yin Moxuan, slowly removing the petals from the basket.
Throw it into the pond.
Yin Moxuan slowly opened his eyes. The originally dark eyes turned green at this moment, as mysterious and deep as gems.