One plan fails, and another is born.

The next day.

Yang Junjie had someone invite me to Lin Xueer's room again.

This time, he carefully chose his words and stared at me fiercely: "Lin Yanran, His Highness commands you to immediately cut your wrist with a knife and pour a bowl of your fresh blood as a blood offering to Xueer."

Oh well, he made it clear as if he's afraid I'll cut him again!

I rolled my eyes secretly, frustrated that I couldn't violate the setting, so I could only gesture with the knife towards my own wrist.

Seeing Yang Junjie's pleased expression, I casually made a knife flower and rushed up to subdue him, gently caressing his other intact wrist with the cold back of the knife.

"Lin Yanran, what are you doing?"

Yang Junjie was terrified: "His Highness commands you to cut your wrist with a knife and offer your blood to Xueer. You, you can't disobey!"

"Who said I would disobey?"

"We are a married couple, what's yours is mine, so is there a difference?"

As soon as I finished speaking, without waiting for Yang Junjie to respond, I decisively cut his wrist and filled a large cup with blood.

"Mission accomplished, let's call it a day."

Leaving behind the pale-faced Yang Junjie, I turned around and left gracefully.

The third day.

Before Yang Junjie could send someone to invite me, I went to Lin Xueer's room by myself.

But the servants told me that Yang Junjie had already left the mansion last night.

I pretended to be shocked: "His sweetheart is still here, why did he leave?"

The servants twisted their faces and resentfully stretched out their wrists.

Oh well, I understand now!