The Princess's Deadly Daily Life

In the east wing, a man stood beside the desk, looking at the things piled on top of the portrait that had been placed on the desk two days ago, his brows furrowed.

After a day of secret investigation and through the confessions of nearby witnesses, he had almost figured out the whole story. The power behind the person who instructed the little beggar to poison the horse should not be underestimated.

When Prime Minister Cui learned the news, he simply told him not to investigate further to avoid alerting the enemy.

The person behind the scenes is so treacherous and powerful that even the prime minister is wary of him.

Once upon a time, I heard the prime minister sigh: I never thought that the person I once promoted would one day become my biggest obstacle and threat. I think he was talking about "him".

He lowered his eyelashes and looked at the corner of the portrait on the table, which was exactly a woman's slender hand. He pushed aside a pile of debris on the table, and the whole portrait appeared in front of his eyes.

This is a portrait I found at a tavern two days ago.

Her name seems to be Li Xiying?

I always feel that it's not that simple, but I have to admit that based on the current evidence, she really has nothing to do with the poisoned horse incident.

The man in the tavern looked like a well-off young man, either rich or noble. If he was her fiancé...

If it is true that she ran away from marriage...

His eyes fell on the portrait again.

Didn't she sell herself to bury her father? If so, why would she run away with such a fiancé?

So what was her purpose in escaping from marriage and deliberately getting close to the Prime Minister's residence?

Now I can't interrogate her, and my aunt treats her like a relative, so I can only wait and see what happens...

Suddenly, a figure flashed by the window, and he caught it and followed it with his eyes. He only saw the figure turn the corner and pass by in a flash. When he pushed the door open to check, he found nothing.

When I returned to the room, there was only a pile of miscellaneous items on the table, and the portrait was gone!

There was a rustling sound of someone arranging scrolls outside the window in the opposite direction! He took a pen on the table as a weapon and swung it in that direction. The soft tip of the pen instantly exploded, and the slender pen shaft stabbed straight forward like an arrow without an arrowhead.

The person made a slight grunt to avoid the caller. It would have been fine if he hadn't made a grunt, because if he had made a grunt he would have been sure that the person coming was a woman!

By the time he reached the window, the man had already disappeared into the darkness.

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Shanluo hadn't slept well for several days. After washing up, he lay down in the quilt at Li Xiying's signal and fell asleep in a short while.

The weather is slightly cool, and the cold grass is bright.

Li Xiying walked out of the corridor and into the pavilion in the center of the lake. Seeing that it was quiet all around and no one would come here, he lay in the pavilion leisurely to enjoy the fresh air as he usually did in the villa.

She always loved looking at the night sky. The waning moon looked warm and glowing in the darkness, and the scattered lights around it were as tiny as grains of sand but kept flickering. After looking at it for a long time, it seemed as if she could swim in it, as if in a dream.

The coolness brought by the spring breeze brushed across my neck and made my whole body shiver. The weather was indeed nice, but it was a pity that there was no wine.

Whenever she sat in the pavilion at this time, grandma would bring a quilt to wrap her up and tell her not to catch a cold. She would then lift up the thick quilt, point to the wine in her hand, and say confidently that she was warm all over.

Just that one glass of wine can make people drunk. It's not because the wine is strong or the glass is big, but because her alcohol tolerance is as small as the eye of a needle.

But she liked the feeling of being drunk. Every time she fell asleep, her mother would come to her in her dreams, and it never failed.

Therefore, grandma would hide all the wine in the farm. However, she always had the chance to find someone to go out and buy a few ounces of wine to hide. Sometimes she hid it in bird nests, and sometimes she buried it in the soil, making it impossible to find it no matter how hard people tried.

It was strange to say that she could not remember what happened after she got drunk, but she could remember her mother's dream very clearly. Therefore, every time she got drunk, the maids would tell her how they carried her into the house the night before, how they dealt with the filth, how they watched her wake up and then suddenly fall asleep, how she danced and talked in her sleep... It was really a headache, and they were miserable every time they talked about it.

Therefore, the pavilions in her villa were all decorated with curtains and furnished with soft couches so that one would not catch a cold when sleeping in the pavilion outside.

I raise my cup to invite the bright moon, and my shadow and I become three. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and my shadow just follows me... Now I don't even have wine, I can only enjoy the moon in the cold wind, how miserable...

Never mind, it’s a bit cold, let’s go back to sleep.

She stood up suddenly, and her vision went dark for a while. She was really drunk without drinking, and her head was dizzy. When she saw the road conditions clearly, she raised her foot and a face appeared in front of her with the moonlight behind her. The close distance made Li Xi's heart tremble. It was pitch black and she couldn't see the facial features clearly. If she hadn't seen that person standing firmly, she would have thought she had encountered a ghost.

Her pupils suddenly dilated and she staggered back a few steps.

Calm down, don't worry about it, this is the Prime Minister's residence, so don't cause trouble.

She tried to walk around him as if she hadn't seen him, but he grabbed the collar on her back and asked, "Where's the portrait?"

There was a hint of gloom in his tone, as chilly as the night.

Li Xixiao frowned, and felt the collar strap on her chest being pulled tight by him, making it hard for her to breathe. She could no longer suppress her anger.

"It's actually a lecher!"

Li Xiying clenched his fist and swept it across his face. When he tried to dodge the punch, he raised his leg and kicked him in the abdomen. Sure enough, he loosened his grip and dodged.

Just now they were facing the moonlight, but now they changed their positions, so she could see his face clearly, "So it's you?"

"What are you doing here sneaking around?" he asked coldly.

Although the person in the portrait was her, taking it away so openly was a provocation or a warning to him.

Li Xixiao found him so serious that she just found it funny. "Didn't you come over here to scare me? Am I being sneaky or are you just being too reckless?"

She questioned, but even so she still relaxed her tense nerves a little. As the nephew of the prime minister, he would not be like a flower thief. Even if he was a flower thief, he could not pluck flowers in a place where someone else was staying, otherwise he would be insane.

He continued in a cold voice: "Where's the portrait? Your identity hasn't been exposed yet, so why are you so eager to provoke me?"

"What's my identity?" She was confused. Did he know her identity? But from his expression, it was obvious that it was not the case, so she asked, "Why are you provoking me?"

His expression of "you know the answer but still ask" is really annoying.

So she thought about the meaning of the words, and suddenly she understood, "So it's just that your portrait was lost, and you came to me for it? I didn't say anything, and you said I provoked you?"

He frowned in astonishment, thinking that she was pretending to be stupid. Thinking that the person who had just taken the portrait was quite skilled, he tentatively made a sharp move towards her shoulder and neck.

The slender fingertips cut through the air, bringing a gust of cold wind that caught people off guard.

When she subconsciously raised her hands to cover herself, his hands suddenly turned down and grabbed her neck.

Li Xiying never expected that he would actually take action!

He was very tall, and his slender figure completely enveloped her in darkness. She suddenly felt that there seemed to be a hint of solemnity in the air.

Is he going to kill people to silence them?

She drew out the dagger from her waist and pointed it at his neck and Adam's apple. Before he could even use his strength, she had successfully retreated two steps.

She did not put down her dagger when she was at a safe distance, to signal him not to come any closer.

She guessed, "You want to accuse me of stealing your painting? The horse poisoning incident hasn't been investigated yet, and you want to accuse me of a crime and punish me for multiple crimes?"

Long Qi glanced at the dagger in her hand, but did not retract his hand which was raised in the air.

Li Xiying saw his intention.

The dagger was given to me by my grandfather, how could he be snatched away!

She swung the dagger quickly, but he easily grasped it with two fingers. To her surprise, he raised his hand and threw the dagger out, where it hit the wooden pillar, making an ear-piercing metallic sound.

"Multiple punishments? You plead guilty?" His lips moved, and the color on his lips was as red as the blood dripping from his fingers. "You admit it?"

She glanced at the two drops of blood on the ground that looked dark against the night sky and said coldly, "I have a clear conscience."

What he had just pinched was the blade. She had Amber sharpen it to a very sharp point, the kind that would draw blood with a slight touch. If he tried to grab it, he would definitely get hurt.

Who told him to be so rampant? He deserves it!

Her hands were empty, and the next moment he grabbed her wrist, unable to move. She only heard a voice full of contempt: "That's all you have?"

Was his words meant to be a mockery or a question?

There was a hint of disdain in his tone, and it really felt like he would not be able to resist and wipe her neck in the next moment.