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"Stop your nonsense! I only drank with him to avoid you!" Leng Yi said angrily, struggling to lift her weak legs to check on the guest across the table, trying to see if he still had any vital signs. Reality gave her no hope; the guest had no breath or pulse, and by today's medical standards, he was completely dead.

Leng Yi knew very well why Zhao Yin killed innocent people. Although she knew it was all because Zhao Yin was mentally ill, Leng Yi still felt guilty for causing the deaths of innocent people.

"Yiyi is so heartless. Her surname is exactly the same as yours. I like it."

"Stop pretending to be intimate with me, it's disgusting." Leng Yi stood up and glared at him. "Why don't you just kill me? Kill me, turn me into a dried corpse, and I can be wherever you want me to be."

As she spoke, Leng Yi laughed.

Zhao Yin's expression changed, a hint of panic flashed in his dark eyes, and his brows furrowed tightly. "How could you have such a thought?"

"Then turn me into a human pig?" Leng Yi said in a cold voice, as if she didn't care about her own life or death.

"Don't joke like that, Leng Yi."

"Aren't you just pushing me to my death?" Leng Yi retorted. "I can't kill you, so I'm the one who's going to die."

"I don't want you to die, I just want... I just want you to be able to..." Zhao Yin's anxiety was ignited. He was in a hurry, and even he, who was usually so eloquent, had moments when he couldn't speak.

"I don't care what you think. All my current suffering is because of you. It's either you or me who dies!"

Leng Yi said viciously, feeling extremely pleased to see Zhao Yin's injured and dejected expression. Yes, that's right, she shouldn't be the only one tormented; this was Zhao Yin's way of retaliating for killing someone in front of her. She was almost going crazy, even thinking that if she could see Zhao Yin's heartbroken and desperate state, she wouldn't mind committing suicide.

The next second, he quickly stopped thinking that damned people would never happen to him; he should live happily and joyfully.

Leng Yi's words shocked Zhao Yin. That feeling of helplessness, of being unable to grasp something no matter how hard he tried, swept over him again. He imagined what Leng Yi would look like when she died, like snow melting into water and disappearing without a trace... Just thinking about it made him go crazy.

Suddenly, Leng Yi couldn't breathe a sigh of relief. She noticed the change in Zhao Yin's eyes and couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Zhao Yin's eyes were deep and he asked with great pain, "Leng Yi, do you really want to die? Then I have no choice but to lock you up so that you will never be able to commit suicide."

Leng Yi couldn't help but take a few steps back in fear. She was indeed no match for Zhao Yin's madness; she was completely outmatched...

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die." Leng Yi shook her head hurriedly, afraid that Zhao Yin would really lock her up.

Zhao Yin immediately breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and pulled Leng Yi into his arms, his voice so gentle it was almost dripping with tenderness: "It's a good thing you were just bluffing, but don't do it more than three times, okay?"

"I won't say anymore, I won't say it again..."

Leng Yi dared not provoke Zhao Yin any further. She still had some sense, while Zhao Yin was a complete madman.

Life felt suffocating, like stagnant water. Leng Yi even missed the Third Prince Zhao Qun. If anyone could defeat Zhao Yin, it would only be him.

Leng Yi couldn't help but be concerned about Zhao Qun's movements. Zhao Qun seemed to have become the de facto ruler of the Wang family. During this period, the Wang family had been experiencing constant turmoil. The Imperial Censor, who was appointed by the Second Prince, had been impeaching Wang family officials. Of course, officials from other factions had also fallen from power. The changes in the court had intensified, and the situation was becoming increasingly tense.

Despite this, preparations for the enfeoffment ceremony and wedding of the second and third princes are proceeding smoothly. The princes' residences have been completed, and the weddings are scheduled for next spring.