If Jun Beicheng shakes his hand, her thin neck will move.
She knew it was difficult to explain what happened today, but she had to explain!
She held her weak body like the wind with both hands, and the red marks on her wrists were clearly visible under the gauze. Coupled with her beautiful tearful eyes, even her heart of stone melted.
"Your Majesty...I'm really not a spy, and I don't know that person either!"
Jun Beicheng's long eyelashes fluttered, and there was a trace of anger in his eyes. He didn't know what he was angry about.
As the sword pressed down, a touch of scarlet suddenly appeared on the soft-lined neck, like a rose blooming in the ice and snow.
"Then why are you here? My king's tolerance is limited. Unfortunately, you have no chance. Close your eyes and it will be over soon."
The man's eyes were cold, without any warmth, and there was no room for negotiation.
He looked ruthless, as if there had never been a close relationship between the two of them, and what he killed was not a human life, but an insignificant ant.
Shen Zhaoning felt a little clogged in his heart, and even breathing became difficult. Tears slid down the veil, revealing a pale and delicate face, full of brokenness.
Feeling the breath of death again, she was so scared that she didn't even dare to blink, her wet eyes filled with fear.
Whimpering like a cat, begging for mercy: "I told you not to kill me. I just want to live. I just want to live well with my son..."
She tentatively climbed onto the man's arm, pushed the sword farther away, and rubbed her face against the man's chest cautiously and flatteringly.
The next second, her hand holding the silver needle was pinched, leaving a second red mark on it.
Jun Beicheng snorted coldly, with a trace of anger in his eyes. His softness just now was simply ridiculous. He was almost deceived by this woman's acting skills.
The mocking laughter made Shen Zhaoning's face turn pale, and the silver needle in his hand fell to the ground.
"Does a person like you have a word of truth in his mouth?"
She was pushed hard onto the bed, her arm was bruised, and she dared not speak in anger.
Telling the truth would be death, and not telling the truth would be death, so she wanted to give it a try.
But Bo lost, and it seemed that he had no other choice but to confess.
The armored guard outside dropped a body: "I'm reporting to your lord, the person who delivered the accounts is a dead soldier. He refused to spit and has committed suicide by taking poison."
Shen Zhaoning glanced outside the door. The man's face was black and purple, and he was bleeding from all the orifices. She trembled with fright.
Taking poison to commit suicide would be considered a good death, but in Jun Beicheng's hands, life might be worse than death.
If she could keep silent about the list she read in the account, it would be enough to save her and her son's life.
Jun Beicheng said nothing and closed the door with his sword.
Shen Zhaoning knew that there was no chance, so he planned to confess everything: "I am not a spy. I had no choice but to escape. I just entered that room by mistake. I saw the accounts and wrote down part of the list. If the prince is willing to let our mother and son go, I will definitely tell you a way out."
She spoke sincerely, but the man was unmoved at all. The long sword in his hand swept over again, this time it was her heart.
"That person can't escape. I can get the list of all accounts. It seems that your chips are not enough to exchange two lives."
The long sword advanced two points against her heart, just a little short of piercing the skin under the thin shirt.
The Hualou woman's dress was already thin, and she could almost feel her skin being pierced by the sharp sword.
"Wait! Actually, I can actually get the memory of the corpse. That's how I was able to draw the portrait of the innkeeper before. I'm really not a spy. I didn't dare to say it before. I just thought you wouldn't believe it."
It does seem like a joke to fool a fool. Jun Beicheng's eyes turned cold: "Then now you think I will believe it?"
Shen Zhaoning cried until he burst into tears: "Even if you don't tell me, you are still going to kill me! I just want to live. What's wrong with me? I didn't run away because you always yelled and killed me!"
That stubborn and pitiful little face made Jun Beicheng choke in his throat, and his hand holding the sword became a little looser.
"I clearly said that as long as you tell the truth, you can forget the blame. If you still refuse to tell the truth, then don't blame me for being ruthless."
Oh my god! She really has told the truth!
Under the man's sword, she began to speak incoherently: "Don't, don't kill me, I just like the prince too much, but I feel unworthy, so, so, anyway, I am really not a spy, and everything I say is true! "
"Obviously you brought me to Kyoto forcibly. The worst thing you can do is let me go. Why do you have to kill me? It's me who suffers from the beginning to the end! You are irresponsible and want to kill me. Really It’s too much…”
She cried so hard that the skin on her chest was accidentally cut by the sword, and she screamed out in pain.
Jun Beicheng subconsciously retracted the sword in his hand. He himself was a little confused as to why he acted so subconsciously.
The tears on that little face with pear blossoms made him irritated, and an unknown fire rushed in his heart.
"Shut up! Didn't you say that you can see the memory of the corpse? There is one outside the door. Go and prove it to me."
Shen Zhaoning stopped for a second and staggered out the door. As long as Jun Beicheng believed, she would be able to survive by relying on this skill in the future.
She squatted in front of the corpse, pointed her finger at the corpse's eyebrows, and quickly read part of the corpse's memory before death.
After she was done, she returned to the room, closed the door, and whispered: "This man is from the Da Nanguo smuggling gang. The accounts are to be handed over to the master above. His task is just to put the accounts in the designated place. Someone will come." At that time, I went to the wrong room and found the accounts. Just as I was about to leave, the King of Chu came with his people. He was probably the mastermind of the weapons smuggling..."
She couldn't say the next words under Jun Beicheng's cold gaze. Someone in the court colluded with the enemy to smuggle weapons and raise private soldiers. This kind of thing should not be discussed unreasonably.
Jun Beicheng took two steps forward and approached, condescendingly looking at the fearful and uneasy woman in front of him, like an uneasy little red-eyed rabbit. She was indeed afraid of him.
Shen Zhaoning's petite body was completely enveloped by his tall figure, and her whole body was trembling with fear: "I... everything I said is true..."
Although she herself feels it is a bit ridiculous, her existence itself is very fantasy.
But the next second, the man's hand suddenly reached into her clothes, caressing the shallow scar on her chest, and pressed it gently with his fingertips.
"For the sake of saving my life, there will be no next time."
Fine pain spread throughout his body, but Shen Zhaoning breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed that Jun Beicheng believed her words, okay okay, she was ready to confess the matter, thank God she didn't let it out!
Before he could get excited, there was a sudden pain on his lips.
She stared at the enlarged version of the ascetic face in front of her with wide eyes in disbelief, feeling confused.
Under a kiss that was almost like nibbling, the man lifted her body up and pressed it hard against the door.
She nervously wrapped her arms around Jun Beicheng's waist and wrapped her arms around his neck.
After realizing what Jun Beicheng was going to do, she became extremely uneasy: "Don't...don't be here..."
There were footsteps coming and going outside the door. The wooden door was not soundproof, so the slightest movement would be heard by people outside.
But the man seemed to be punishing her on purpose. Not only did he not restrain himself, but he even went too far.
When he thought that this woman was planning to leave early, he felt an unknown fire in his heart that had nowhere to vent.
His big hands skillfully reached into the thin skirt, and angrily tore the thin, almost transparent clothing to pieces.
This kind of filthy stuff is only worn by women in flower houses. In order to escape, she even gave up her reputation as a woman!
The anger was rising, and his hands were not heavy, causing the woman in his arms to cry, and everything up and down was like a river bursting its banks.
