Shocking! The actress was dragged to the regent's bedchamber every night.

Su Wuli looked at the garment without making a move.

Qi Zexun turned his head to look at her, a smile playing on his lips, and asked kindly, "Do you need my help?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Wuli stood up abruptly.

He then walked to the wooden box and picked up the garment.

"Get out."

Qi Zexun smiled, turned around and left.

Kitahara's clothing was very complicated, with several layers of inner and outer garments, and the belts wrapped around the waist several times.

She tied it several times before she could finish, and the hem of her skirt trailed on the ground, covering her feet.

She pulled her hair out of her collar and let it fall over her shoulders.

"alright."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Zexun walked in from outside.

His gaze swept over her back and forth.

He then walked behind her, looked at her face in the bronze mirror, reached out and swept her hair to one side, revealing her neck.

Her neck was very white, and the fluffy fur on her collar brushed against her chin.

She flinched and instinctively dodged away.

"If you wore Kitahara's wedding dress, would the Regent still recognize you?"

Qi Zexun pressed his earlobe against her ear and asked.

Su Wuli looked at herself in the bronze mirror.

The face in the mirror appeared even paler against the backdrop of the deep red robe; the lips were bloodless, and there were bloodshot eyes.

She looked at her face in the mirror but did not answer.

Qi Zexun gathered her hair again, and a few stray strands fell from her ears onto her shoulders.

"Why don't we wear it and show it to him next time we go into battle?" he suggested.

"No!" Su Wuli blurted out in refusal.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Zexun's expression changed instantly, his face turning gloomy yet carrying a smile.

Su Wuli felt a chill run down her spine and turned her gaze back to the bronze mirror.

Suddenly, she realized that she had just rejected him without any mercy.

He kept repeating it to himself.

She couldn't go against him anymore; he was insane. She had to live, live to get back, and survive these next few days...

Su Wuli lowered her head, suppressed her breathing, and dared not make a sound.

Qi Zexun looked at her profile and withdrew his hand from her hair.

"Since you're already wearing them, you might as well sleep in them tonight."

His voice returned to its previous casual tone as he turned and left the tent.

Watching the people leave, Su Wuli sat down abruptly, as if all her strength had been released.

………………

The next morning, Konoe came to take her away again.

Su Wuli, dressed in dark red Northern Plains attire, followed him into Qi Zexun's tent.

Qi Zexun sat behind a low table, with the food already laid out in front of him.

Seeing her walk in wearing Kitahara's clothes, his gaze lingered on her for a moment.

A smile immediately spread across his face, clearly showing that he was in a good mood.

"Sit down." He gestured with his chin toward the seat opposite him.

Su Wuli sat down opposite him with her eyes downcast.

Qi Zexun pushed the bowl towards her and then pushed a plate of braised meat towards her.

But they didn't urge her to eat.

Suddenly, the tent flap was lifted, and a messenger ran in.

He knelt on one knee. "Your Highness, the Nanhuai army has launched a counterattack. Our left flank has been breached. General Zhao requests reinforcements."

Qi Zexun paused for a moment while holding the bowl, then put it down.

The bottom of the bowl hit the table with a dull thud.

He glanced at the messenger, who lowered his head.

"Tell General Zhao to hold the line, or he'll bring his head upon himself."

"Yes," the messenger replied and left.

Qi Zexun's face instantly darkened, and his good mood vanished.

Leaning back in his chair, he looked at Su Wuli, his gaze shifting from her face to her clothes, and then back to her face.

Su Wuli was happy to hear the news, but she didn't dare to show her emotions on her face.

They were afraid of angering this unpredictable madman.

The tent flap was lifted again, and another messenger ran in.

"Your Highness, the Southern Huai Army has flanked us from the flank, cutting off our rear and threatening our supply depot."

Qi Zexun stopped tapping his fingers on the table.

He looked at the messenger coldly and said a single word, "Get lost."

The messenger immediately scrambled out.

Qi Zexun remained silent for a moment, then stood up, walked around the low table, and went to the cabinet next to it.

Su Wuli looked up and glanced at her.

He opened the drawer and took something out.

He then walked back and sat down opposite her.

Then put that thing on the table.

It is a dagger.

He didn't draw his sword; he simply placed the dagger on the table, the hilt pointing towards her.

He ran his fingers along the scabbard and slowly rubbed them.

"Do you think I will lose?" he suddenly asked.

Su Wuli looked up into his eyes without saying a word.

He suddenly picked up the dagger from the table and tucked it back into his waistband.

He stood up again, walked to the cabinet next to him, and opened another drawer.

Take out a crystal bottle.

The bottle wasn't big, but you could see what was soaking inside.

Qi Zexun walked back and held the bottle up in front of her.

Su Wuli looked over unexpectedly, her expression momentarily stunned.

There was a section of finger soaking in the bottle, turned white from being submerged.

The fingernails are bluish-purple.

The liquid swayed slightly, and the severed finger swayed along with it.

"This is a memento of my first murder." He spoke casually, as if introducing a collectible.

"Want to see?" He held the bottle up a little further.

Su Wuli stared at the severed finger and forgot to move for a moment, only feeling a churning in her stomach.

Acid surged up from my stomach and rushed to my throat.

She quickly covered her mouth and swallowed the acidic liquid.

My throat tightened as I swallowed, and my eyes welled up with tears.

Qi Zexun was in a very good mood as he watched her cover her mouth.

He placed the bottle on the table and said, "This is my lucky charm."

His fingers rested on the bottle cap, and he gently turned it. "Every time I commit a murder, it goes exceptionally smoothly if I bring it with me."

He asked softly, "Do you think I'll have a successful time this time?"

Su Wuli didn't reply and took her hand down from her mouth.

I dared not look at it again.

Qi Zexun picked up the bottle from the table and held it up to his eyes.

Looking at the section of finger inside, which had turned white from being soaked, he casually turned it around.

The liquid sloshed around, and the finger flipped over, with the nail facing up.

He put the bottle down, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Su Wuli.

"Tell me, which part of the Regent's body should I keep this time?"

He asked with a hint of amusement, "Hands? Feet? Or head?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Wuli abruptly turned her gaze back to his face.

With a hint of displeasure, he spoke with certainty, "You can't kill him."

Qi Zexun looked at her, his smile fading.

The two of them stared at each other in silence.

He tapped his hand lightly on the table twice, then looked away.

He spoke slowly, "You actually believe him."

He pulled his hand away from the edge of the table and turned his head to look in the direction of the curtain.

I looked at her for two seconds and then looked back at her.

"Let's see who kills whom this time," he said, his eyes filled with anticipation.