Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

Chapter 640 - 640: The Empire and the beauty (55)_1

In front of the person he loved, Wen Xian lowered his head for the first time.

He gave up his pride and threw away the last bit of his self-esteem.

I’m willing to bow down to you.

Although he didn’t want to admit it, Wen Xian did think so in his heart.

What blood feud?

What throne?

He didn’t want any of them.

But from Fu min’s point of view…

This man, her husband in name, was just an assassin who wanted to assassinate her. She couldn’t even tell if he was telling the truth or not.

Wen Xian’s words.

She did not believe it.

It was common for emperors to be suspicious.

Fu Chen half-squatted in front of Wen Xian and looked at him with a faint smile, tell me, how should 1 deal with you? ”

“At Your Majesty’s disposal,” Wen Xian replied.

His expression was still calm. Even though he had clearly expressed his feelings, for some unknown reason, he still didn’t want to say anything to coax Fu min.

He didn’t want to explain, nor did he want to give in.

This attitude made Fu min want to mess with him!

If Wen Xian’s attitude and tone had been a little softer and he didn’t have such a coffin-like face, Fu min might have really been merciful and let him go.

As for now…

Fu Shang only wanted to kill him.

As the monarch of a great country, Fu min knew the ways of the Emperor and knew how to torture his enemies.

To kill someone, one must kill the heart.

Breaking his psychological defense, destroying the most precious thing in his heart, smashing the softest corner in the depths of his heart, just like cutting off a person’s last life-saving straw.

He could only watch as he fell into the abyss.

He stood by and watched.

To be honest, Fu min was tempted by his own thoughts.

Yayaya, I’m so excited.

She really wanted to see the beauty die for her.

Fu min stood up and put on her black cloak again. Before she left, she said,” 1 won’t kill you, nor will I cripple you. I will send someone to get you out of the prison tomorrow.

“As for the days to come.”

“Wen Xian, you’re on your own.”

With that, Fu min flicked his sleeves and left, the corner of his black clothes disappearing in a flash.

If it wasn’t for the faint smell of Ambergris in the humid air, Wen Xian would have thought that all of this was just a dream.

Ji LAN didn’t want to kill him? You still want to let him go?

The man’s fair and beautiful face was slightly puzzled, and his glass-like eyes flashed with some disapproval.

Ji Lan’s method this time … It was really inappropriate.

How could they let the assassin go so easily? If you don’t remove the roots when cutting grass, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows. How could she not understand this principle?

But it was undeniable.

Fu min’s decision made Wen Xian uncontrollably feel a sense of joy.

She didn’t kill him?

Could it be because he was a little reluctant?

Wen Xian didn’t dare to have too much hope. Before, he thought that he would die without a doubt. He only had one humble wish.

He hoped that she would not forget him.

She couldn’t help but let her thoughts run wild. A strange blush appeared on the man’s fair and beautiful face. He was unbelievably beautiful, but against his pale skin, there was a fragile delicate beauty.

That night.

Wen Xian had a dream.

In the dream, he and Fu min were standing on the city wall. There was no one around them and it was raining heavily. The sound of the rain seemed lonely in the autumn.

Their entire bodies were drenched.

Her smile was gentle and endearing, but the dagger in her hand was deeply stabbed into his heart..