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Liao Fan did not know what the bullet was, but it must have been some kind of hidden weapon. He chuckled and said, "Perhaps you really are dead; otherwise, how could you end up locked in here?"
Yin Luo thought for a moment and replied, "If that were true, it would be for the best."
A life for a life; Su Yi's life could only be repaid by her, which would relieve the hatred in her heart. However, she feared that Su Yi was not dead.
At that time, she had not struck the killing blow because she knew that if she killed her in a moment of impulse, she would certainly not survive either. For her own sake, she refrained from killing her then. There were countless ways to kill her, and the most foolish choice would have been to do so at that moment.
"Hey... get up... come out with me!"
With a few clangs of the iron door, Yin Luo opened her eyes to see a guard standing at the cell door. The door was open, and the guard stood there with an impatient expression, saying, "Hurry up, what are you dawdling for?"
Yin Luo glanced at Liao Fan in the corner, who also turned to look at her at the same time.
The two exchanged glances before Yin Luo turned away and got up to walk out.
The cell was long; after passing through a lengthy corridor, they finally arrived at a room at the far end with a sign that read "Interrogation Room."
Yin Luo looked on indifferently as the guard asked for permission and then opened the door, pushing her inside.
As expected, there was a person standing in the room; there was no need to guess who it was.
Mu Changqing was dressed in black, wearing a silver ghost mask, adorned with a white jade hairpin and stepping into brocade boots. His tall figure would have evoked many thoughts if it weren't for that ghostly mask; one might have wondered what kind of distinguished young man he truly was.
The room contained only one chair, surrounded by various torture instruments—most of which were unfamiliar to her. However, each looked ominous enough that someone with a timid disposition would likely turn pale at the sight.
He and He Ren were in the room when she entered. The two of them stepped out, casually closing the door behind them.
Mu Changqing's inscrutable gaze swept over her from head to toe. After a moment, he said, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Facing him directly, Yin Luo curled her lips into a slightly mocking smile. "I'm already in a place like this; what difference does it make whether I speak or not?"
"Of course there is a difference. As long as you can persuade me, I can let you go."
Yin Luo glanced at him and suddenly took a few steps forward, standing close in front of him. Mu Changqing lowered his gaze to her. "Give me a reason—your reason for hurting Qing Ge."
"Hurt?" Yin Luo raised her head, her face full of regret. "It seems she really hasn't died."
Mu Changqing's expression darkened. "So you really do want to kill her."
"Yes, I naturally want to kill her!" Yin Luo looked at him and said in a deep voice, "She killed Su Yi and kidnapped Ruo Ling. Hurting her would be too lenient! I should make her suffer endlessly and endure inhumane torment!"
"I have said before that you cannot harm her! If it's about Su Yi and Feng Ruo Ling, I can compensate you."
"It seems that you truly know everything, but you never speak up for fairness." Yin Luo looked at him, her gaze growing colder. "To you, what is a human life worth? You have countless lives on your hands and have never cared about human life. But some people? They know life is as fragile as an ant and understand how hard it is to live, yet they still strive desperately to survive."
"You have also experienced life and death; you should understand how precious life is when faced with death. Why do you still treat human lives as if they are worthless?"
Mu Changqing lowered his gaze and said, "On this point, I believe your understanding will be the same as mine."
Yin Luo fell silent for a long time before saying, "Yes, I will stop at nothing to achieve my goals. In this regard, my understanding aligns with yours. Since that is the case, you have people you need to protect, and I have those I need to protect as well. If the people you protect threaten me, I will not let it go easily. This conflict can never be resolved."
"Since that is the case, there is no need for you to come here to determine a winner or loser; in this regard, I cannot compete with you." She took a few steps back to create distance between them. "I have nothing I cannot let go of; coming into this world alone and leaving it the same way holds no significance for me."
She turned and walked outside, pulling the door open as she left.
Mu Changqing watched her leave, and suddenly took a few quick steps forward, gripping her wrist and pulling her back, shutting the door and pressing her against it.
Their eyes met; his gaze was like cold frost, filled with raging anger. "Is it so hard to show a little weakness? Why must you oppose me? Just be a good princess, and I will ensure your safety. Isn't that better?"
Her eyes were like water, yet cold without a hint of warmth. "If living means being a mere shell of a person, I would rather sleep forever, never to awaken."
The atmosphere instantly froze. He lowered his gaze at her, the flames in his eyes seeming to want to consume her.
One was furious like fire, the other cold like water; they were clearly at odds. Yet in an instant, he lowered his head and pressed heavily against her lips.
Yin Luo was taken aback; his kiss, fueled by anger, was intensely hot, as if wanting to merge into her very bones and burn her away.
But Yin Luo only paused for a moment before lowering her gaze. She did not resist or struggle; she simply allowed him to deepen the kiss, drowning in it without escape.
Greed grew like poison in her heart, intensifying with each passing moment.
He had thought he only hated this woman—hated her disobedience, hated her lack of compliance, hated her perpetual coldness towards him! She could clearly smile, could clearly be gentle, could clearly show affection. Yet whenever she was before him, it all turned into two words: opposition.
He treated her well, but she could not appreciate it; instead, she remembered every bad thing clearly. She only knew that her position as princess was granted by Mu Fengyan but did not realize that all her privileges were permitted by him without any threats or ulterior motives—he simply wanted to give them to her, nothing more.
That sword on the cliff and his life-risking rescue from the wolf pack—could they really be repaid with just one strike from her? Had she never considered why he repeatedly let go of his principles and indulged her time after time when he had never shown mercy to anyone else?
Her mouth was full of blood; she couldn't tell if it was his or hers.
He gasped and released her. Lowering his gaze, he finally saw the expression in her eyes. There was no passion; not even the slightest emotional fluctuation—cold as water. In that moment, it felt like cold water dousing him in despair.
His feelings for Mu Changqing were nothing to her.
Mu Changqing suddenly seemed to have all his strength drained away, releasing her and slowly stepping back. He said, "Fine, then you stay here and have your eternal dream."
He pushed her away, opened the door, and strode out.
Yin Luo stood in the room, looking at the cold instruments of torture surrounding her. After a long while, she finally lifted her feet and walked out.
Returning to the cell, she saw the guard locking up and leaving. Yin Luo closed her eyes, leaning against the iron wall, as if that was enough to calm the turmoil within her.
She had thought about it; although she had doubts, there was still a distance between suspicion and the moment it became reality.
His intense kiss and feelings were so obvious; how could she possibly not feel them?
"Little girl, what did they summon you for? Did they torture you?"
Seeing that Yin Luo had been silent for a long time, Liao Fan couldn't help but speak up, feeling a bit worried.
Only then did Yin Luo come back to her senses. She looked at Liao Fan and shook her head, saying, "They just asked me some questions; there was no torture. I might have been gone too long, and with the cold wind not having eased yet, my head feels a bit dizzy."
Liao Fan nodded in response and said, "Then you should sleep for a while."
This sleep was deep. When she woke up, everything around her was quiet.
Yin Luo opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling above her. Suddenly, she let out a sigh of relief.
There was nothing that could disturb her mind; she was Yin Luo, the strongest mercenary in the 21st century, once a famous assassin in the dark world. She had always been cold-blooded and ruthless; her vow on the first day of entering this life was to never fall in love.
Heartlessness allows one to be unbound.
The pearl flower remains.
She unlocked the shackles on her feet and opened the door. Upon hearing the noise, Liao Fan was stunned to see her emerge directly from the cell.
Yin Luo walked over to him, opened his cell door, and stepped forward to unlock his chains one by one. She said, "You've been locked up here for so many years; they must have let their guard down. From now on, just pretend to be imprisoned and wait for the right moment to escape."
Liao Fan had never thought he would have a chance to leave in his lifetime. He was extremely surprised and said to her, "You actually possess this skill, little girl. You're not simple at all."
Yin Luo smiled slightly and replied, "There's nothing simple or complicated about it. Helping you is also helping myself. In the future, I might need your assistance, so I hope you can remember our old ties."
Without hesitation, Liao Fan responded, "If I truly manage to escape, no matter what you ask of me in the future, as long as it’s not something immoral, I will gladly comply."
Yin Luo nodded and said, "I may leave ahead of schedule; after that, you'll have to rely on yourself."
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