At their first meeting, the young man smiled as he flicked the blood off his blade. He extended his clean, jade-like fingers, gently lifted her chin, and softly said, “Don’t be afraid.”

It was only later that Yun Miao realized this boy, who seemed as flawless as a piece of fine embroidery—bright, obedient, polite, and gentle—was in fact a two-faced villain: cold-hearted, ruthless, and decisive.

The system came online: [You must complete an important task.]

Yun Miao instantly understood: “Got it—conquer and reform the black lotus, right?”

The system slowly shook its head: [No, kill him.]

So—

On their wedding night, Yun Miao poisoned the ceremonial wine Xie Zhiyuan drank, hoping to kill the black lotus.

Her young husband drank the poisoned wine carelessly, then suddenly leaned close to her face, pinched her chin to force her to look up, and stared intently into her eyes.

Yun Miao nervously closed her eyes: It’s over. He found out about the poisoning. Am I going to die now?

However, the young man simply leaned down, his lips brushing her ear, and let out a low chuckle:

“…How interesting.”

When assassins attacked, Yun Miao decided to seize the opportunity and push Xie Zhiyuan in front of them to use their blades against him.

Amidst the siege and a rain of arrows, while the black lotus focused on deflecting the attacks, Yun Miao took advantage of his distraction and shoved him hard. The assassin’s sword pierced straight into his body.

Yun Miao clenched her fist in excitement: Everything is going smoothly. Mission accomplished! Is the black lotus finally going to die?

But the young man casually wiped the blood from his lips, swung his sword to kill the assassin with a single stroke, and flicked his sleeve to shield her behind him.

Standing amidst a pool of blood, step by step, under the gleam of swords, he sneered coldly:

“Who dares to come closer?”

Later, Yun Miao grew exhausted and gave up. Let the world end. There’s no way to achieve this ending.

As the system buzzed with warnings about the impending collapse of the plot, Yun Miao sat amidst the chaos, resigned to her fate.

But then, bathed in the light of the setting sun, the young man appeared. He stepped through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, sword in hand. Drenched in blood and exuding a deadly aura, he still pulled her into his arms with an almost gentle, obsessive tenderness. At the same time, he placed his sword into her hand.

“Go on,” he said with a smile. “Kill me.”

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