A bead of cold sweat dripped down Bai Xian’s forehead, and a few crystal-clear drops appeared on the tip of his nose, revealing the tension within him. anwhile, the person opposite deliberately exuded an oppressive atmosphere, creating a chilling environnt.
This sense of pressure made one’s heart heavy.
Bai Xian exhaled deeply and suddenly smiled, "Bai Xian’s life is but a humble one. If Zhengjun truly wishes to punish Bai Xian, Bai Xian would have no objections. However... Bai Xian believes Zhengjun is a wise person. And as a wise person, one should never do anything that harms others without benefitting oneself. What do you think, Zhengjun?"
"Oh?" Qinghe raised an eyebrow.
Bai Xian, with an air of confidence, said, "As I ntioned, I am a lowly person with a worthless life, unworthy of regret. I’m only afraid that if I were to truly die here, Zhengjun... it would be difficult to explain to others."
Bai Xian’s words carried a hint of complexity. Qinghe narrowed his eyes slightly, "Do you think you can threaten ?"
Bai Xian chuckled lightly, "That depends entirely on Zhengjun’s intentions. As a common person with a lowly life, if the ruler commands, I have no choice but to die. In the end, as a common person already like rotting at on the chopping board, I can only let you decide to kill or carve. After all... without power or influence, how could a commoner possibly oppose Zhengjun?"
Qinghe’s gaze was as sharp as steel needles falling upon Bai Xian, yet Bai Xian remained unfazed.
Long before he resolved to enter the Zhu family and approach Qinghe and the Eighth Princess in this manner, he had already put aside thoughts of his life and death.
He had long since co to terms with his inevitable death. Whether sooner or later made little difference to him.
And if he were to die now, at most, in his heart... there would be more regret.
After all, his goals had not yet been achieved, and the things he wished to accomplish remained unfulfilled. How could he not be regretful if he were to die just like this?
Qinghe contemplated Bai Xian for a long mont, then surprisingly showed a hint of joy, "Indeed it seems I have underestimated you, sir. You are not ignorant but possess great wisdom." Otherwise, how could he hit the mark so accurately, identifying his vulnerable spot?
Vulnerable spot... to others, it might be a handicap, but to him, a weakness, a weakness... if life could have such a vulnerability, how fortunate that would be?
It is his final restraint, his ultimate boundary, what he cares most about, and what he would never want to trample upon.
Qinghe waved his hand, "Enough, you may go."
Bai Xian was taken aback but then bowed to Qinghe and turned smartly on his heel.
As he stepped out of Qinghe’s courtyard, he felt an overwhelming exhaustion, with lingering fear etched across his face.
Today, he had truly escaped with his life intact!
He couldn’t help but think of the Eighth Princess, showing a slightly surprised expression.
Qinghe Zhengjun clearly did not care for the Eighth Princess, but who would have thought he would be willing to compromise because of her?
Indeed, his ambitions were significant, but that person’s ambitions were even greater. Both were evenly matched, and the life or death of the Eighth Princess remained uncertain, but she perhaps wasn’t dead and could still be alive. And that person’s true nature would not be revealed to the Eighth Princess until everything had settled.
Thinking of this, Bai Xian smiled playfully.
Yet, Bai Xian thought Qinghe compromised because of the Eighth Princess. Little did he know, the mont he left, Qinghe ordered soone to bring a booklet, which contained various records about Bai Xian.
One entry particularly caught Qinghe’s attention.
His fingertip landed on that ink mark to see a line of words—
The Eighteenth Year of Yuanzong, Pingchang, Taihang Town, the wife of the Liang family surna Dong, collaborated with Liu, surna Brother Bao, to promote water powder rouge, establishing Bai Xian’s foundation as a famous courtesan...
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