After attacking the blackened male second, she won by lying down

Chapter 82 The miserable second male actor who became cannon fodder (12)

Yan Zhixun clenched his fists, trying to suppress the tension in his heart, and stared at her with wide eyes.

Wen Nian gritted his teeth, looked at him without blinking, and did not soften his hand when he stabbed himself. The blood flowed more and more, and it was dazzling red.

Yan Zhixun squinted his eyes, and opened them slowly after adjusting his mood.

She said slowly: "Zhixun, I know that I am not worthy of being the queen of Ningguo, let alone your imperial sister. I am selfish and always put my own interests first. I have never thought about it." Let me know how you and the people of Ningguo feel.

Zhixun, whether you believe it or not, Miss Huang has realized her mistake. Only after you died, I realized that I have made so many mistakes.

I went to the mass graves to look for your body, but I couldn't find it. Later I found out that you were resurrected, and I was really happy to find it..."

"Stop it!" Yan Zhixun interrupted her.

Wen Nian saw the fragility in his expression, and she knew that she had touched the weakest part of his heart.

So Wen Nian decided to add another fire.

She ignored what Yan Zhixun said, and continued: "Zhixun, I know that no matter what I say, I can't make up for the harm I have done to you. In this case, Miss Huang can only apologize with death."

"After I die, I just hope that you can let other people go."

After finishing speaking, Wen Nian thrust the hairpin into his neck fiercely, as if he was about to die.

She had already prepared to die, so she was basically betting on whether Yan Zhixun would be soft-hearted when he saw her commit suicide.

The next second, Wen Nian suddenly felt an extra force on her hand. When she opened her eyes again, she found that the hairpin in her hand had been knocked to the ground by Yan Zhixun.

Wen Nian looked at him in surprise, his eyes full of doubts.

It was obvious that she had won the bet now.

"Didn't the emperor want revenge? Why don't you let me die in front of you?"

Wen Nian stared at him with a pair of eyes, and asked deliberately.

Yan Zhixun stood beside him, the candlelight around the secret room flickered on and off, and the shadow of the candlelight shone on his face, making him look extraordinarily gloomy.

Yan Zhixun pursed his lips into a straight line, and after a long time, he said in a cold voice: "Sister Huang, do you think I will let you die so easily?"

His words made Wen Nian turn pale with fright. She resisted the pain in her neck, raised her head to look at him, and asked, "Yan Zhixun, what do you mean?!"

Wen Nian's roar was caught by Yan Zhixun's eyes. Seeing it, he pursed his lips in satisfaction, and then stepped forward to grab her by the throat.

A cold voice sounded in Wen Nian's ears: "It's not interesting, I just want you to taste the feeling of betrayal and separation."

"Instead of killing you like this, wouldn't it be too cheap for you?" Yan Zhixun raised the corners of his mouth higher and higher, "Sister Huang, when I occupy Ningguo and become the emperor of Ningguo, I will send you back at that time. Let you become a prisoner, and parade in the streets and alleys of Ningguo's capital every day..."

He paused, and suddenly leaned into her ear, "Tell me, the people of Ningguo will be angry when they see that Her Majesty the Queen, whom they once admired, gave up their country to others and became a prisoner. , will you resent you as a queen?"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Zhixun laughed uncontrollably.

Wen Nian managed to break free from his grasp, and now he was clutching his neck and coughing.

The room was extremely dark, and Yan Zhixun's wild laughter kept echoing in his ears, which sounded like a ghost.

Wen Nian was terrified, but at this moment her stomach hurt again. She clutched her stomach and curled up in pain, looking very pitiful.

(End of this chapter)