The Dramatic Crown Princess Wants to Poison Me!-Chapter 47: Torment

Xia Wenjin flicked her fingers, and the silver needle at her fingertip gleamed. Her eyes glittered even more brightly than the stars in the night sky. Her smile was so sincere that it made people want to cry.

The assassin really felt like crying.

The gaze of the young man before him was as clear and cold as a spring, yet it carried an unwavering determination that was immune to external influence. Such a look was calm, piercing, and chilling...

He knew that this young man would do as he said, and it wasn’t just a scare tactic. Especially with the precedent set by his companion right in front of him.

As the silver needle approached, sweat beaded on his forehead, his eyes red with anxiety, shaking his head continuously.

No, no, no, he wanted to die!

At this moment, his whole body felt limp, drained of all strength, and even the simple act of shaking his head lightly consumed all his energy. He was so tense that his muscles were tightly wound, eyes wide, staring at the silver needle.

Closer, closer...

Was he going to die like this?

His Silver wasn’t spent yet!

Just as the needle was about to pierce the assassin, Xia Wenjin paused her fingers.

The assassin, believing himself doomed, saw the needle stop and felt a sudden release of tension, like a drowning person suddenly pulled to the surface, breathing again after near suffocation. The feeling of narrowly escaping death.

His tears flowed suddenly.

So damn terrifying!

Xia Wenjin gently lifted his sleeve, wiping away the tears at the corners of his eyes with sympathy: "What a poor child, look, scared to such an extent. Clinging to a secret at a time like this, making life worse than death, how foolish is that?"

The assassin: "..." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Xia Wenjin consoled him: "You guys want to make money, but you need to be alive to spend it, right? When the poison hits, you’re dead as dead can be, no amount of gold or silver will help. Look at your companion, so foolish, it’s too late for him to regret now. But you’re different, you still have a chance to reconsider!"

The other assassin: "..."

Xia Wenjin toyed with the silver needle in her fingers, offering sincerely: "Now you have two choices, one, accompany your companion; two, tell me who wants my life, and I’ll give you the antidote!"

"Mmm mmm mmm..." His mouth was stuffed, all he could do was make those sounds.

Xia Wenjin suddenly realized: "Oh, my bad, I forgot to take out what’s in your mouth." She reached out, seemingly to remove it, but halfway there, she shook her head and sighed: "I really don’t want to hear an answer I don’t want to hear. So, if you choose option one, blink once, if you choose option two, blink twice! I’ll say start, and then you pick!"

The other assassin was really about to cry, but he didn’t dare. He widened his eyes, waiting for Xia Wenjin to say start.

But Xia Wenjin wasn’t in a hurry. She walked to the table, poured a cup of tea, and brought it to her nose for a gentle sniff.

The tea was already cold, with a cool aroma, but it was clearly not as good as hot tea. She took a small sip and tilted her head to see the other assassin looking at her expectantly. Xia Wenjin turned her head away and continued drinking tea.

The assassin watched her sipping the tea, wishing he could help her drink it all in one gulp. He was fully aware of his predicament.

He’s the anxious one.

The Brocade-clothed youth, as he said himself, wasn’t very interested in this answer.

But he wanted to speak!

The assassin eagerly watched Xia Wenjin slowly finish a cup of tea, and then... she poured another!

Leisurely and casually, she poured another cup!

The assassin nearly broke down inside, feeling a maddening frustration.

His eyes were nearly bulging out, filled with anger, resentment, annoyance, hatred, and most of all, the fury of being toyed with. Yet he dared do nothing, could only swallow the anger silently.

This feeling was like waiting for a death sentence.

If he were resigned to die, he would surely be calmer.

But he didn’t want to die.

Thus, the torment was only greater.

Finally, Xia Wenjin set the cup down and walked over nonchalantly, disinterestedly saying: "There’s really no need to choose because the answer isn’t important to me. But since I promised to give you a chance, I must keep my word. You can choose now."

At this moment, the assassin’s eyes were sore from staring, and he was worried Xia Wenjin might change her mind, so he quickly blinked twice, hard.

Xia Wenjin surveyed him, smiling: "Are you thinking, if the green hills remain, there’ll be no worry for firewood, first trick me into giving you the antidote, then seek revenge later?"

The assassin’s gaze flickered, then he shook his head desperately.

This was exactly his thought, but he couldn’t let this girl know.

This girl was truly devious.

She smiled more brilliantly than anyone, full of sunshine and warmth, her tone more sincere than anyone’s, as if she were baring her heart, her innocence written all over her face, like someone easily manipulated...

Yet, truly meeting her gaze, the assassin felt a chill as if he’d fallen into an ice cellar.

Xia Wenjin chuckled softly, pulling out the cloth from his mouth, her tone even more sincere: "If that’s really what you think, it doesn’t matter, I’m a fair person, and I keep my word! All I want is an answer, you trade an answer for a life, for a chance at future revenge, it’s a fair deal!"

The assassin feared Xia Wenjin would stuff his mouth again, hurriedly saying: "I don’t know who exactly, it was someone from Capital City, they gave us ten thousand taels, and promised another fifty thousand taels upon success."

"Someone from Capital City?" Xia Wenjin narrowed her eyes slightly!

The assassin knew such an answer wouldn’t satisfy the youth before him, quickly adding: "The person came at night, standing in the shadows, face covered, only his eyes and forehead exposed..."

Seeing Xia Wenjin’s eyes turn cold, the assassin knew this didn’t satisfy the youth, racking his brain, sweating desperately, he finally remembered something: "When he left, he turned back to look into the light. I saw clearly, he was about twenty, thick eyebrows, with an unnoticeable scar between them..."

The assassin worked hard, remembering another detail: "He appeared suddenly, one of my brothers didn’t know, exchanged a couple of moves with him... I saw his weapon, he uses a sword..."

Xia Wenjin’s smiling lips slowly straightened.

She knew this man.

Huangfu Yuxuan had a force of Hidden Guards he had trained for years. The leader of those Hidden Guards was called Pu Yangji, Huangfu Yuxuan’s most reliable lieutenant, always lurking in the shadows.

Huangfu Yuxuan later seized the world, and Pu Yangji was indispensable, eliminating countless people who opposed Huangfu Yuxuan with his Hidden Guards.

Back then, Huangfu Yuxuan needed to leverage her power, and for some things, he couldn’t exclude her. She had seen Pu Yangji. The thick eyebrows covered his scar, indeed difficult to spot if not paying attention.

Huangfu Yuxuan had indeed made a move against her.