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As soon as she entered the carriage, she immediately felt an unusual chill in the air. Yin Luo lifted a corner of the curtain, and the night wind rushed in. It was October, and she instantly broke out in goosebumps. However, when she turned around, she found herself unwilling to let the curtain fall again.
No matter how cold it was, it couldn't compare to the icy presence beside her.
"Do you remember why you married me?"
Mu Changqing finally spoke, looking at her with a gaze as if he were staring at a corpse. Yin Luo met his eyes; although the light was dim, luminous pearls were placed in the corners of the carriage, allowing her to see his expression clearly. At this moment, those cold eyes were unmistakably sharp.
"Are you trying to warn me?"
"You'd better behave. The lives of millions in the Moon Cherry Dynasty can be spared with just a word from me, or taken with just a word."
Yin Luo's expression froze for a moment, but soon after, she smiled: "Are you threatening me? Go ahead and kill me; I have already sacrificed my life for the Moon Cherry Dynasty once. This life is mine now, unrelated to anyone else. What do I care about the lives and deaths of others?"
Mu Changqing narrowed his eyes and scrutinized her closely: "So you're saying you don't care about the lives of the people in the Moon Cherry Dynasty?"
Yin Luo raised an eyebrow, noncommittal. Mu Changqing's gaze deepened in an instant: "Then I shall see for myself!"
Yin Luo coolly curled her lips: "Do as you wish, as long as it pleases you."
She let the curtain fall, and this time, she no longer felt afraid of the person beside her.
As she herself said, she had already died once; what else was there to fear? If Mu Changqing wanted to kill her, he would have acted already. Since her life was no longer in danger, what was there for her to worry about?
Do not question the dangers of the future; living well in the present is what matters most.
The palace was still some distance from the Jin Wangfu, and it was a bit cold inside the carriage. She glanced behind Mu Changqing, where the blanket was neatly stacked. Looking at him, she leaned over and passed by his side to grab the blanket.
Suddenly, her wrist was grasped; his fingers were extremely cold, even sending a chilling sensation through her, devoid of warmth.
Yin Luo turned to look at him, puzzled.
"It seems you are not only reckless but also arrogant. I want to see just what abilities you possess!" Up close, his eyes were deep and dark, clearly radiating a dangerous light. His thin lips were pressed into a line, and his grip was so strong it felt as if he intended to break her wrist.
Yin Luo coolly smiled: "No matter how arrogant I am, I cannot surpass the prince. This Exiled Nation is within your grasp; naturally, I am powerless to contend with you."
"Let me tell you, if you dare to leak even a word of today's events, I guarantee you won't live to see tomorrow!" He suddenly moved closer, reminiscent of their wedding night, with a faint herbal scent that was not as frightening as his face.
Yin Luo looked at his fierce expression: "What are you worried about, Your Highness? Since the nation is within your reach, what are you waiting for? With your current power, taking that position would be effortless. But why do you still adhere to the last remnants of loyalty between ruler and subject and refrain from overstepping?"
"Shut up!"
A sudden pain gripped her throat; it was clear he had tightened his hold.
Her breath taken away, Yin Luo instinctively twisted her wrist but ultimately held back and did not stab him with the embroidery needle in her palm.
Mu Changqing's strength was truly overwhelming. In just a few seconds, Yin Luo felt as if he was about to die again. At that moment, Mu Changqing not only exerted immense force with his hands, but his eyes also seemed to be filled with a bloodthirsty rage. It was utterly astonishing; for a brief moment, he truly resembled a devil emerging from the Asura Hell, with a hideous appearance and a thirst for blood!
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