Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

Just like now.

Fu min was sitting in the Imperial study and reviewing the memorials when he suddenly became absent-minded. The wolf-hair brush in his hand remained in place for a long time, and the ink stained a large piece of the memorial black.

She lowered her head to look at the dirty Memorial.

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He slammed the pen on the table.

A loud sound was heard.

The servants around him shivered and lowered their heads even more, afraid that Fu min would vent his anger on them for no reason.

Fu Shang was thinking about Wen Xian.

She didn’t know why Wen Xian wanted to kill her. In the beginning, she didn’t know why he stopped at the last moment.

The sentence ‘you like me’ was also a lie.

The result was beyond Fu min’s expectation.

She didn’t expect Wen Xian to really like her.

The Empress’s long and narrow eyes flashed with a complicated expression and a slight doubt.

If Wen Xian really wanted to kill her …

Fu Shang knew that she couldn’t escape.

As long as there was a layer of poison on the dagger, or Wen Xian did not show mercy and stabbed her before she was awake …

She would die without a doubt.

This was what puzzled Fu min.

Rather than saying that Wen Xian was trying to assassinate her, it would be better to say that he was completing a formal task, and it was the kind that was not very attentive.

It was like playing house.

Fu Shang was speechless.

She had some guesses.

Could it be that Wen Xian was a member of some assassin organization and had no choice but to complete the task of killing her, but because he had fallen in love with her, he still couldn’t do it?

He felt that this explanation was a little pale and too far-fetched.

With this thought in mind.

Fu min went to the Imperial prison alone.

The Imperial prison.

It was already late at night, and a Pale Moon hung in the sky alone. A small corner of it was covered by clouds, and the dark sky was strangely calm.

The moonlight shone down.

Through the small window of the cell, the light sprinkled on the prisoners ‘numb and ashen faces.

It was very dark inside the Imperial prison, and the end of the long corridor could not be seen. There was a faint fire in the distance, and upon closer inspection, it was the fire burning in front of the cell.

It was a cold and humid environment.

Wen Xian was locked up alone in a relatively clean cell. He sat on a clean straw mat, his back against the wall. His eyes were closed, and his lips were pale.

Without Fu min’s order.

The jailers in the Imperial prison didn’t make things difficult for him. Instead, they provided him with good food and drink every day. On the other hand, Wen Xian didn’t even touch the food that was sent to him every day. His expression was obviously Haggard.

He had taken Fu Shang’s palm strike head-on.

Fu Shang didn’t call for an Imperial physician, so Wen Xian’s injury had been delayed.

Wen Xian did not say a word.

It was as if he was seeking death.

At this time, the jailers outside were all unconscious. Their corpses were lying on the ground in a mess.

He felt that something was wrong.

Wen Xian’s curled eyelashes moved slightly and he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were still clean and beautiful, but they had lost their former luster. Instead, they looked like his heart had died.

He saw the Man in Black standing in his cell. The man was wearing a pure black cloak, and he could only see that his figure was a little hunched. His entire person seemed to be hidden in the darkness.

The Man in Black looked at the medicine he had given to Wen Xian and saw that he hadn’t touched it at all. He was somewhat resentful.

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant to hear, and it was also a little sharp. It was difficult to describe. It was a little familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on how it was familiar.

“My Lord, what’s wrong with you?”