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Even though she had long understood this truth and firmly believed that such a day would come, Wen Tian's heart remained restless upon hearing those words.
Realizing she was too emotional, Tang Zhiyun slightly turned his face away, cleared his throat, and when he looked back, the calmness of his usual demeanor had returned. He smiled and asked the final question that lingered in his mind.
"When will you be certain?"
Wen Tian was taken aback, her eyes wide with disbelief. "What did you say?"
Tang Zhiyun looked deeply at her, his gaze filled with an unusual tenderness. "You only suspect that Yu Huan is a disguise of mine. What made you so sure of my identity?"
As soon as these words left his lips, Wen Tian couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement within her. She wanted this man! A man who could see through her thoughts like a twin!
She struggled to suppress her rising emotions and after a long pause, she said, "You incited uprisings in various places and sowed discord between me and Ju Xiang, making me believe she would rebel. Wasn't it all to create an opportunity? Then I will give you that opportunity. As long as I leave the palace, your plan can be set into motion. This sudden trip means someone needs to relay information, and the only person by my side is you. Thus, I deduce that you are likely the mastermind behind this scheme. One more thing you overlooked: Yu Huan doesn't like reading. He carries a faint scent of rouge from spending time in the palace; whereas you must read often, as I can smell the ink on you when I get close."
Loving Mei Luo was an unintentional display on his part, and leading her to the Hunting Ground was merely a coincidence. However, her willingness to take risks and play along was something he had not anticipated. He had thought he was the one setting the trap, only to find himself becoming the prey in someone else's game. This woman was truly clever enough to delight him; how could he not be fond of her?
Tang Zhiyun laughed joyfully, unable to contain himself.
Seeing this, Wen Tian felt a pang of pain in her heart. "Have you figured everything out?"
"I have," Tang Zhiyun replied with a smile, his dark eyes suddenly sparkling enticingly. "So how do you plan to deal with me now?"
A sharp pain shot through her throat as Wen Tian fought to control the lump forming there. After three attempts, she finally managed to say, "Extreme punishment by whipping."
This was the second betrayal! Yet her heart held no hatred, no resentment, only a profound admiration and lingering attachment. If only she could take him away from here, erasing all grievances and debts of gratitude, but she could not. She was a ruler; her eyes could only see the world.
The punishment of flogging was a brutal execution, binding a person in the marketplace, where they would be beaten to death in front of officials and common folk alike. The whips used were soaked in a special concoction; each strike was delivered with precision rather than force, ensuring that the victim would suffer excruciating pain. Those subjected to this punishment were all unforgivable repeat offenders.
“ Tang Zhiyun has been taken to the marketplace,” Ju Xiang reported.
“Mm.” Wen Tian, who was engrossed in her painting, did not look up or pause her work, as if what she said was inconsequential. However, the brush in her hand trembled slightly.
After a stick of incense had burned down.
“The execution is about to begin, Sister Wang. Are you really not going to take a look?”
The hand holding the brush paused momentarily, while Wen Tian’s gaze remained fixed on the paper. At that moment, the bamboo branches in her painting seemed to transform into the lash marks on Tang Zhiyun, bloody and raw!
“I understand.” The three words were spoken with great effort, and as soon as she uttered them, she realized her voice had become hoarse.
Ju Xiang wanted to say something, but Wen Tian remained unmoved. Reluctantly, she stepped out again. When she returned, the sky had dimmed slightly, and she appeared as though she had lost all vitality.
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