After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

I thought this would be the beginning of melting his defenses, but unexpectedly, all my efforts seemed to be in vain.

Humph, Xiao Yi, remember, every penny I paid for today, I will make you repay it one by one in the future!

Thinking of the generous points reward after completing the task, Shen Bingning's spirits were lifted, a determined light flashed in her eyes, and her pace unconsciously quickened.

Inside the bedroom, the dim candlelight flickered. The servants had all been dismissed long ago, leaving only a few lonely lamps, casting mottled shadows in the empty hall. The dots of wax on the ground seemed to be telling of the loneliness of the night.

Shen Bingning carefully stuck her head out, taking every step extremely cautiously, for fear of disturbing anything.

Through the thin gauze curtain, a familiar figure was vaguely visible, half leaning against the window, seemingly concentrating on doing something.

As if sensing someone approaching, the figure suddenly straightened up and a sharp shout broke the silence of the night: "Who is it?"

Shen Bingning did not answer immediately, but continued to move closer step by step. Her actions seemed to touch the other party's sensitive nerves.

The veil was suddenly pulled open by a force and shook violently. Then, the figure instantly moved to Shen Bingning's side. The hand that was originally about to strangle the person's throat froze in mid-air after seeing the person's face clearly, as if time had frozen at this moment.

In the dim candlelight, a pair of bright black eyes sparkled with complex light.

"Oh it's you?"

There was surprise in Xiao Yi's voice. He withdrew his hand and stared at Shen Bingning's face. The severity between his brows disappeared quietly at this moment: "Why are you here?"

Shen Bingning took a step forward, with a sly smile: "Why, the emperor doesn't welcome me?"

Xiao Yi glanced at her coldly, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone: "Aren't you angry with me?"

Although his words were plain, to Shen Bingning, they seemed to conceal a subtle sense of grievance.

Shen Bingning pursed her lips, her voice filled with self-blame: "How dare I blame the emperor? I also have an unshirkable responsibility for that matter."

Xiao Yi's expression darkened slightly: "What do you mean?"

"If your Majesty had not been deeply hurt by my previous actions, you would not have doubted my sincerity.

In the final analysis, all the mistakes are mine."

Shen Bingning admitted her fault sincerely and directly. Then, she handed over the carefully prepared herbs: "Therefore, these days, I have been waiting for the emperor to calm down."

"cool down?"

Xiao Yi sneered, his eyes full of disbelief: "You have accepted so many rewards in the past few days, but you have never come to thank me once. Now you say you are waiting for me to calm down?"

"I thought that after what happened, the emperor naturally didn't want to see me, so he didn't express his gratitude in time."

Shen Bingning explained sincerely, "I originally planned to wait a little longer, but considering the frequent rains in recent days, the pain in your leg must be even worse. So, even if it may displease you, I must come and give you a massage."

Faced with Shen Bingning's heartfelt words, Xiao Yi was speechless for a moment.

Every word she said revealed her concern for him. Even if he had a lot of dissatisfaction in his heart, it would be difficult to blame her in the face of such sincerity.

The two of them stared at each other quietly. Finally, Xiao Yi was defeated by Shen Bingning's sincere eyes and waved his hands helplessly: "Forget it, it's up to you."

The candlelight was still flickering. Shen Bingning crushed the herbs carefully and applied them gently on Xiao Yi's legs. She kneaded them gently while secretly observing Xiao Yi's reaction.

As time passed, the red candle gradually burned out, and the room became darker. The dim light made Xiao Yi's face blurry, and half of his face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to understand.

There was complete silence all around; even the slightest breathing sound could be heard.

When everything was finished, Shen Bingning cleaned up the medicine residue, slowly stood up, and said softly:

"Your Majesty, I have finished the massage."

Xiao Yi's eyes dropped slightly, and he responded softly:

"Ah."

"Then I will take my leave first."

As she spoke, she stood up, walking at a leisurely pace. When she was about to reach the door, she finally heard Xiao Yi's hesitant call:

"Hold on."

Everything seems to be going according to plan.

Shen Bingning stopped, put away the smile on her face, turned around, and asked in a respectful yet gentle tone:

"What other orders does your Majesty have?"

Seeing her calm expression as if nothing had happened, Xiao Yi hesitated to speak, a rare struggle flashed in his dark eyes, and he finally whispered:

"I was wrong about what happened before."

Shen Bingning blinked her eyes, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, but she tried hard not to let the laughter leak out.

You know, hearing an apology from Xiao Yi is harder than climbing to the sky.

It seems that she won this time.

Seizing this opportunity, Shen Bingning bowed and replied softly:

"I have never had any complaints against Your Majesty."

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she caught a glimpse of an unreadable emotion that flashed across Xiao Yi's face.

"But you have never faced me with your true self."

This sentence was beyond Shen Bingning's expectations. It made her stand there in a daze and she forgot to leave for a moment.

Although she won the battle, she inexplicably felt as if Xiao Yi saw through everything about her, and the secrets in her heart had nowhere to hide.

Shen Bingning repeated softly, and a series of warm pictures emerged in her mind, as if she saw Xiao Yi's focused look when he was weaving a silk thread with his own hands. This thought made her heart surge with warmth, and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously.

"What is a silk thread? How is it woven?"

She asked, a gleam of curiosity in her eyes.

Seeing that the queen was quite interested in this, the embroiderer explained in detail: "A silk net is a small ornament woven with five-colored silk threads. It can be a bracelet or a sachet. It is delicate and small, and it symbolizes love.

Weaving requires great care and attention, and each thread carries the weaver’s affection.”

Shen Bingning listened attentively, imagining the colorful silk threads dancing between her fingers, interweaving into a totem of love. She couldn't help but sigh, "So that's how it is. Although this necklace is small, it is more precious than any gold or silver jewelry."

"That's right, your Majesty is absolutely right."

The embroiderer smiled in response, secretly praising the queen's wisdom and kind nature.

So Shen Bingning decided that since she couldn't make a breakthrough in embroidery, why not try another way and learn to weave? Perhaps this would be a more unique and meaningful gift.

In the following days, Shen Bingning began to learn the weaving techniques of silk cords under the guidance of the embroiderer.