A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Shan didn't go inside; he stood outside watching the road so he could remind Wutong if anyone came looking for him.

Seeing that no one responded to her three questions, Wutong couldn't help but come in out of curiosity.

Sniffing, she cried out in alarm, "No, it's not about asking the heart!"

Where Wenxin usually resides, incense is always burned, but here there is no scent of incense in the air!

As she spoke, Wutong realized this and immediately pulled her back quickly, trying to get out.

But just as they were about to run away, the lights came on inside the house.

The flickering firelight illuminated the face of the man striking the wooden fish; it was Nanxing.

Nanxing's face was long and narrow with sharp angles, and his long eyebrows slanted upwards into his temples, giving him a very imposing and cold appearance.

Illuminated by the firelight, the white parts of his face appeared even whiter, and the black parts even blacker. A chilling smile played on his lips, making him even more terrifying than the Black and White Impermanence.

"I knew you were coming to see him."

Hearing that hoarse, deep voice, Wutong felt a chill in her heart.

Shan was still unwilling to give up and tugged at her hand forcefully.

"Never mind him, let's run!"

Nanxing chuckled softly, clapped his hands, and a group of guards rushed in, blocking the only exit.

That's a brilliant move, like catching a turtle in a jar.

Wutong knew they had nowhere to escape, so she took a half step back against the mountain and said in a very low voice:

"Remember, no matter what happens, the most important thing is to protect yourself."

"how about you?"

"He won't kill me. I'll save you as soon as I get a chance."

Before Shan could speak, Nanxing, carrying a lantern, walked step by step towards the two of them.

The smile still lingered on his handsome face, making him look like a sinister and terrifying doll, while the wooden fish on the table beside him was the greatest mockery of them.

"Is that monk that important to you? You'd rather die than not find him?"

Wutong said expressionlessly:

"That's right, in my heart, everyone is more important than you. Do you know why?"

Veins bulged on Nanxing's face, but he maintained his smile and asked, "Why?"

"At least they all have a conscience."

Nanxing twitched the corners of her mouth, raised her hand, and ran her fingers across her cheek.

"I once thought that you were the person I loved most in my life, and that I would forgive you unconditionally no matter what you did... Wutong, why do you keep pushing my limits?"

His eyes seemed to be glistening with tears, and no matter how his appearance changed, those stubborn eyes never changed.

Wutong didn't speak, but pushed his hand away.

His expression suddenly changed drastically, and he slapped her hard across the face, causing her to turn her face to the side, her lip to be cut by his teeth, and a trickle of blood to seep out.

"You bastard! Let her go!"

Shan excitedly took off his gloves, intending to die together with him.

Nanxing kicked her in the chest, knocking her to the ground. Before she could get up, a guard held a gun to her, rendering her unable to move.

“I told you before, if you dare to run away again, I’ll chop off her hand.” Nanxing said coldly, “You’re always so disobedient, now it’s time to see the consequences.”

Wutong spat out the blood in her mouth, raised her head, and looked at him indifferently.

"If you dare to lay a finger on her, we'll be locked in a life-or-death struggle from now on."

Nanxing narrowed his eyes, his voice dangerous.

"Are you threatening me? When did you become so despicable?"

"You taught me to use despicable methods to deal with despicable people."

Wutong's voice was cold and sharp, showing no sign of joking.

Nanxing pursed his thin lips, as if weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

Under the watchful eyes of dozens of people, he opened his mouth and said, "Fine, I won't cut off her hand. I'll let her go for your sake. But she's running away so recklessly, she has to pay a price... Guards!"

"exist."

"Take her back and keep a close watch on her. Don't feed her for three days."

"Yes."

The guard pointed his gun at Shan's temple and forced her down.

Shan looked back at Wutong with tears in her eyes. Wutong knew Nanxing was angry and wouldn't back down, so she gave her a firm look, hoping she could wait until she found another opportunity.

As she was watching, suddenly the world spun around her, and Nanxing actually picked her up and walked forward with heavy steps.

"Put me down."

She struggled.

Without saying a word, Nanxing directly pulled off the coat she had used to cover her hands, revealing that her palms were stained red with blood and exuded a strong smell of blood.

The group had already stepped out of the house and into the courtyard. The night breeze made Wutong's hands a little cold, and she instinctively shrank back, only to have Nanxing grasp them and tuck them into his warm lapel, pressing them against his chest.

"your clothes……"

"Don't talk if you don't want to die."

One sentence from him completely silenced her, and he carried her back to his bedchamber.

He seemed very certain that he could find her, and had even sent a royal physician to guard the place long ago.

After he placed Wutong on the soft couch, several imperial physicians gathered around to help her clean and apply medicine.

The hand was quickly bandaged, but the clothes were stained with blood and needed to be changed.

So the imperial physician retreated to the outer room and a palace maid came in, while Nanxing went to wait outside the screen, unwilling to go too far.

The palace maid helped Wutong take off her clothes. When her clothes were unbuttoned, Wutong suddenly remembered that she was hiding something in her bosom and quickly stopped her.

Unfortunately, it was too late. As soon as the belt was untied, the bottle fell to the ground, rolled on the smooth floor, and finally stopped when it hit a pair of black shoes.

Nanxing bent down, picked up the bottle, looked at it over and over, and then held it in his hand, questioning Wutong.

"what is this?"

"Something that has nothing to do with you."

I want answers.

"give me back."

Wutong refused to tell him no matter what, but Nanxing had another plan: to bring in the imperial physician.

The imperial physician carefully opened the bottle cap, took out a silver needle, and inserted it into the bottle.

When it was taken out, the snow-white silver needle had turned black in part.

After the lid was closed, the imperial physician said, "Your Majesty, it is highly poisonous."

Nanxing took the bottle, his face grim and terrifying. He strode to the soft couch, grabbed Wutong by the collar, and asked:

"You want to poison me?"

After her initial panic subsided, Wutong calmed down and coldly mocked, "Didn't you also want to kill me?"

"I was just angry..."

Nanxing wanted to explain, but halfway through, she felt it was unnecessary.

The two can no longer reconcile.

His efforts and his longing during these days seem like a joke.

He commanded a vast army, powerful enough to conquer Eastern Qi and the borderlands, yet he couldn't conquer a woman.

Looking at the bottle in his hand, which women often used to store cosmetics, Nanxing completely lost confidence and dejectedly gave instructions to the guards.

"Take her to the dungeon."

Since he couldn't change her mind, he would lock her up in the safest place. Even if he turned her into a walking corpse, he would never let her go to another man.

As soon as Wutong finished bandaging her hands, she was taken to the dungeon by the guards.

Once the prison doors are closed, he is cut off from the world.

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