Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

But facing Jiang Sile's ridicule and doubts, Wu Xian took his time, as if he had achieved everything he wanted to accomplish.

"Or are there other options?"

There was a cunning flash in Lao Shanyu's eyes, and he hinted in his words.

But Jiang Sile didn't take his wild thoughts seriously, if there were really other ways, the old emperor wouldn't have sent her to Qingyi in the first place.

Seeing that Jiang Sile didn't seem to understand what he meant and looked impatient, Wu Xian sighed.

"you"

Wu Xian made it clear again.

Jiang Sile was stunned, me?What's wrong with me?What does it have to do with this matter?
But in just a moment, Jiang Sile figured everything out.

At this time, she really wanted to kill the old man secretly.

"We can give you everything you want, whether you want to go back to Daxia, or...other ridiculous things, it's fine."

Wu Xian rubbed his forehead and felt a little uncomfortable because of the congestion in his chest. The handling of official duties in the past few days had inevitably made him tired both physically and mentally.

After giving his bargaining chip, Wu Xian did not forget to say something.

"Except for Ah Yi."

Jiang Sile was stunned for a moment, and then his anger rose even higher, as if adding fuel to the fire.

"Who do you think you are? The leader of Qingyi, my nominal husband?"

She threw the tea cup at Old Shanyu's feet, making a loud noise.The fragments of the teacup were scattered all over the ground at Wu Xian's feet.

Jiang Sile had already faintly heard the sound of footsteps inside and outside the house, so it was estimated that no one was there for her sudden move.

"You are such a strange person." Wu Xian sat on the seat indifferently, as if the ceramic slag under his feet did not exist, and there was no angry woman in front of him.

He justified his choice.

"You're not at a disadvantage. Marrying Mu'er is better than an old man like me." Wu Xian didn't realize at all that he was challenging Jiang Sile's bottom line, and continued to play in her minefield.

He said in that very provocative and coaxing tone: "Think about it, you will still be the Yan family of Qingyi, and even have a more noble status. I can even hand over half of Qingyi to your governance, and then you will hand it over to you." For your children..."

Wu Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, with a smile on his lips, he was enjoying this wonderful future, the future of Qingyi Yongsheng he planned.

It's a pity that Jiang Sile's punch to him was not included in his future plans, nor was there a dagger against his waist.

Jiang Sile stared coldly at Wu Xian's forehead, which had been punched so hard by her, and now it had turned black and blue.

"Say it, keep talking..."

She sneered, but the hand holding the dagger did not tremble.

Under her ridicule, the disgusting smile on Wu Xian's face finally disappeared, replaced by unbelievable surprise and frowning.

"Your approach is not wise..." Jiang Sile caught the tremor in Wu Xian's voice, which relieved the breath in her heart a lot.

"It is indeed unwise. There is no need to be rational when dealing with people like you." Jiang Sile snorted coldly. Her dagger had already pierced Wu Xian's clothes and was touching the skin of his chest.

"As long as I stab it lightly again, it will pierce the heart..." A sneer flashed across Jiang Sile's mouth, and she warned: "To deal with an old man, I'm afraid one stab is enough, right?"

Seeing Wu Xian's expression that could no longer calm down, Jiang Sile smiled even more heartily.

People outside can't see the situation clearly and dare not enter rashly.And Wu Xian's life was in Jiang Sile's hands, so he didn't dare to call out for help.

Jiang Sile forced down the feeling of guilt in her heart about wielding a knife at the old man. She said to herself: This old man wants to marry her to his son. She is just doing what she should do.

This did relieve a lot of the guilt in her heart, and she felt that her arm holding the dagger was more powerful.

On the contrary, the old Shanyu Wuxian only got a little skin cut, which seemed to bring him one step closer to death.

"I can take back what I said." Wu Xian dryly wanted to redeem it.

"Kill me, and you will die too."

Realizing that an apology was useless, he tried his usual threat.In the past, this trick has been tried and tested.

But unfortunately, what he met was Jiang Sile.

More than a year of isolated marriage between the two places did not allow him to realize what kind of person the Yanshi he had chosen was.

This may become the biggest regret and failure of his life.

What answered him was Jiang Sile's indifference.

Now—her turn to ask questions.

"Where is Wuqi?"

Jiang Sile didn't ask Lao Shanyu why he made the decision, but instead chose a question that was in Lao Ji's mind.

Where did Wuqi go?Even though Jiang Sile became the Yan clan of Qingyi, nothing was found out about the prince's whereabouts.

died?Even if you are dead, at least there are corpses and graves.

Circle?At least, when Jiang Sile met Wu Qi's mother, she didn't see any sadness in this woman.Of course, it's also possible that she doesn't know anything.

Dispatched elsewhere?Jiang Sile didn't understand that there was any place where Wu Qi needed to go there in person, and there was no news or warning.

Jiang Sile had thought deeply about these series of questions, but she felt that none of them seemed to be true.

As for why she cares about the life and death of a Qingyi person?
Jiang Sile just felt that this incident was too abnormal, and there must be something behind it that she didn't know.

And curiosity is human nature.

The other person in the room was also surprised, and Wu Xian could no longer hide his surprise.

Perhaps, he should have realized this when he made a deal with Jiang Sile.This Princess Anle is surprisingly sharp and intelligent.

He pursed his dry lips and answered Jiang Sile's question - after all, the dagger was still in his waist.

Uham has an impotent rage at his aging body.

"If it had been ten years, no, twenty years earlier, you would have become my woman completely." Wu Xian sighed.

And Jiang Sile just smiled faintly, and moved the dagger an inch closer.

Wu Xian cried out in pain, and complained: "I don't live long, at least take it lightly. If you were young, little girl——you can't do one trick under my advice."

Seeing that Wu Xian was still bracing and complaining, Jiang Sile kicked his calf, and Wu Xian fell back on the chair.

And Jiang Sile placed the dagger in front of his throat.

She had a teasing smile on her face, as if she was asking Wu Xian: How much force does it take to cut the neck!

"He left Qingyi." Wu Xian replied.His face was pale, although he was not serious, but Jiang Sile couldn't tell if he was lying.

Jiang Sile raised his eyebrows, and continued to ask: "What are you driving him out for?"