The Princess's Deadly Daily Life

The problem now was that he had thrown the dagger away so easily, and the distance between them was too close, so she had no way of counterattacking with her strength.

Regardless of whether this person knows martial arts or not, he is oppressive in terms of height and strength. If she forces him, she will only suffer.

The dagger on the pillar still had blood from his fingers. She stood still and couldn't help laughing: "I know you are eager to find out the truth, but you may have taken an unconventional approach. If you really find out that it was me, then you can kill me or chop me up as you please. If it wasn't me, how would you end up?"

"Not you?" He looked at her face, which was not sincere enough but too frank, and his guess was immediately disrupted.

The moonlight was bright, shining on her body as if she were wearing a layer of soft gauze, which made her expression even more sarcastic.

He moved his gaze to her hand. His palm was soft and flawless, with well-proportioned flesh and bones without a single callus. The texture of her wrist was delicate, soft and weak.

He doesn't look like someone who often uses daggers or cold weapons as weapons, nor does he look like someone who practices martial arts.

People who practice martial arts regularly have strong muscles and bones, and even their wrists are covered with texture lines unique to martial artists, but she does not have these characteristics.

So in the final analysis, she really doesn't understand martial arts?

No matter how weak you pretend to be, your hands cannot deceive people.

So it wasn't really her who took the portrait?

He let go of her wrist, "Go away."

But she refused to accept it, "Is this the end of the wronged case?"

Li Xiying moved closer to the pillar and looked at the dagger inserted in the pillar. It seemed to have passed over his head a lot. The dagger was halfway into the pillar, so it was not easy to take it out.

But he's easy.

Seeing that guy approaching her impatiently, his pair of black pupils reflected the dagger on the pillar and he glanced at her again.

"when……"

The dagger was half lodged in the pillar...

The wind blew the hair around her ears, and she squinted her eyes and stared at him, just like she did when she was gathering her strength in the past, but the man opposite her did not show a trace of guilt or regret.

He tore off a piece of his robe and wrapped it around his finger, saying, "You are not allowed to use cold weapons in the mansion. This will not happen again. You can leave now."

This will never happen again!

This dagger was a gift from her grandfather to her grandfather, and it had been with her for many years. How could it be broken just like that?

She stared at the handle of the dagger on the ground, her chest rising and falling, her fingers gradually tightening, and she ordered as usual: "Take out the other half for me!"

An unreadable expression appeared on his face, "No."

Li Xi looked at him with red eyes, then looked at the half-broken dagger. She was afraid that it could not be repaired even if she took it out. Good, very good!

The next day, the moon set and was horizontal.

Li Xiying got up early in the morning and woke up Shanluo.

The dagger was destroyed, but she couldn't get angry. She had never felt so aggrieved!

"He" couldn't figure out who poisoned the horse, and since he couldn't find the real culprit, he could only use her as an scapegoat.

In any case, proving her innocence is better than that idiot killing her with a knife in her sleep one day.

So he decided to go out today and look for the little beggar. If he found him, he would bring him to the Prime Minister's residence to confront him.

She didn't believe that she could be controlled by others for the rest of her life.

"Pah, pah, pah..." The sound of knocking on the door was heard, but before reaching the door, the door was kicked open forcefully.

"Catch her."

Several servants came forward to catch Li Xi, and she couldn't figure out the reason for a moment. She frowned and took two steps back. She picked up the teacup on the table and said to them: "Whose orders are you following? What's the reason?"

Although Shanluo was afraid in her heart, she still protected Li Xiying and asked, "What...what are you going to do?"

After asking these questions, Long Qi suddenly appeared in the room, looked at Li Xiying coldly, and said, "Take her away!"

Take him away? She put down the teacup. They were so many in number that it was impossible for them to escape.

However, she remained calm, glanced at everyone and looked at Long Qi, and said coldly: "You haven't answered my question yet."

"What do you think?" he said calmly.

Li Xi was very angry.

Without giving them a chance to say anything, a group of people pushed and shoved her into a small dark room. When Long Qi walked in, those people lit the oil lamps and left, and the door was suddenly closed.

In an instant, everything in the room was visible under the light of the oil lamp. The walls were empty and there were no torture instruments, which made her feel relieved.

I really regret it. If I had known this would happen, why didn't I learn some martial arts to protect myself? Now I am like a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others. It's too miserable!

He was just looking for an excuse to lock her up rather than racking his brains and spending all his energy to find the real murderer.

She asked, "What do you mean by locking me up?"

He looked down at Li Xixiao lying on the ground and said, "Are you still pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?"

"What do you mean?" Li Xiying was confused.

"Did you have dinner with the Prime Minister's wife yesterday?" he asked.

"I ate it." she replied.

"Was it you who poisoned her?" he asked coldly.

"Poisoned?" Li Xi looked at his mouth, nose and lips, then moved his gaze up to a pair of cold eyes. He met his cold gaze and asked suspiciously, "So anything that happens in the mansion can be blamed on me?"

"The lady was poisoned last night, and you had dinner with her yesterday. If it wasn't you, who else could it be?" The originally certain sentence turned into a rhetorical question in her puzzled look.

Since it was a rhetorical question, it meant that he was not sure at all and had no evidence. He was just making subjective guesses when something happened, just like when a painting was lost last night and he blamed it on her.

But it is indeed strange that the prime minister’s wife was poisoned and fell into a coma. She was fine yesterday, so how could she be poisoned at night?

"So, this is the reason why you suspect me? Then tell me, what is my intention in poisoning the Madam? What benefit will it bring to me?" She frowned slightly and asked back. It was really like being in a melon field and a plum tree. She aroused suspicion even though she had done nothing.

He looked away, hoping to catch some valuable information from her expression and movements, but unfortunately he didn't.

Perhaps the person who stole the portrait was her accomplice, and she pretended to be weak just to gain his trust and then gradually unfold her plan. This way, it would make sense. "Then explain what you were doing sneaking around in the pavilion yesterday?"

Li Xiying took a deep breath and tried to calm down. At this moment, she wanted to pry open his head to see what was inside, but she didn't have the skills to do so.

He was already certain that she was a bad person, so no matter how much he said, it would be useless, so he didn't intend to pay any more attention to her unreasonable and lame questions.

Unexpectedly, he was getting closer and closer to her. She raised her head and felt him gradually leaning down, so she immediately stood up and took a defensive stance, stepping back until she was forced into a corner.

His dark eyes suddenly turned cold, staring at her as if he wanted to see through her, "Let me guess your reason: you tried every means to sneak into the Prime Minister's residence and persecute the Prime Minister's mistress, just to seduce the Prime Minister to realize your greater ambitions."

Her expression remained unchanged, her pupils slightly constricted, and she continued to listen.