I am the villain in the book

That night, at the hour of Zi (11 PM - 1 AM), inside the Princess's residence.

As expected, Qin Zhengqiu had not yet returned.

Although Wei Changtian had already sent people to search for his whereabouts, the probability of finding him was likely very small.

...

“Alas, it seems he still hasn't taken my words to heart.”

In the bedroom, Old Zhangtou stroked the long sword in his hand, shaking his head and sighing: “If you want to see your maternal grandfather again in the future, I'm afraid it will be harder than ascending to heaven.”

“Stop being such a crow.”

Wei Changtian muttered with a curl of his lip, but in his heart, he didn't disagree with Old Zhangtou's assessment.

After his and Old Zhangtou's joint deliberation and analysis, they had now arrived at a fairly accurate guess—

Qin Zhengqiu was probably off finding a place to cultivate the Moon Picking Sword in seclusion.

What impact that one sword strike had on him was still unknown, and whether the one who made this decision was still Qin Zhengqiu “himself” was also unclear.

But one thing was certain: Qin Zhengqiu's current Moon Picking Sword realm must have undergone a significant improvement.

And based on previous experience, the higher the realm of the Moon Picking Sword, the less control the cultivator had over himself, and the more he craved that illusory Great Perfection realm.

Therefore, Qin Zhengqiu must have decided to go all the way down this dark path.

As for why he left without saying goodbye...

Perhaps he was worried that he would stop him from continuing to cultivate the Moon Picking Sword, or perhaps he was afraid that if he really went mad one day, he would accidentally injure those around him.

Alas...

Sighing, Wei Changtian was in a rather complicated mood at this moment.

His golden-牌 hitman, who had been by his side ever since going to Shu Prefecture, had suddenly left like this. Although he might return in the future, he would undoubtedly be missing a major assistant during this time.

And that was secondary; more importantly, Qin Zhengqiu might never return.

After chatting with Old Zhangtou for a few more words, he got up and walked out of the room.

As Wei Changtian walked back to his own courtyard under the moonlight, he saw Li Wutong waiting at the courtyard gate in the distance.

“Princess, is there anything that can't wait until tomorrow?”

He asked nonchalantly after approaching.

Wei Changtian was in a bad mood right now, and Li Wutong seemed to know it, so she didn't show any dissatisfaction, but said softly: “Young Master Wei, Chief Qin's skills are unparalleled; he will surely be fine no matter where he goes.”

“Creak~”

Pushing open the courtyard gate casually, Wei Changtian didn't explain much: “Thank you for Your Highness's concern. Is there anything else?”

“Oh, the Emperor has summoned you to the palace tomorrow.”

Li Wutong followed him into the courtyard: “I will come to accompany you tomorrow morning.”

“Okay, I understand.”

Wei Changtian nodded and walked unhurriedly along the bluestone path, soon standing at the entrance of the main hall.

Now that Yama was likely finished, it was time for him to talk to Li Qi about the deal they had reached earlier.

“Princess, what else do you want to do?”

Turning his head and looking at Li Wutong, who was still following behind him, as if waiting for him to open the door, Wei Changtian said amusingly: “Don't tell me you want to come in and have a cup of tea?”

“I...”

Li Wutong suddenly looked up, hesitating for a long time before saying in an unusually weak voice: “May I?”

“...”

What's wrong with her?

Seeing Li Wutong's sad appearance, Wei Changtian was a little puzzled.

Yama was dead, so logically speaking, shouldn't she be happy to death?

Why does it look like her maternal grandfather ran away too?

“Alright, come in then.”

Shaking his head, Wei Changtian was too lazy to think too much, and without refusing, he pushed open the door and walked into the house.

Gently blowing on a fire starter, he lit a long candle, and the faint light flickered, illuminating a corner of the room.

Holding the lit candle, Wei Changtian turned around to light other candles, and at this moment, a slight movement came from behind him.

“Dong~”

The copper kettle filled with water was placed on the already lit stove, and the firelight reflected on Li Wutong's cheeks, as if applying a faint layer of rouge to the latter.

While waiting for the water to boil, Li Wutong picked up her skirt and went to wash the tea set, looking like she really wanted to have a cup of tea here.

And Wei Changtian didn't look at her anymore, continuing to sway and light the lamps.

The slight sound of candles burning, the sound of water flowing, the sound of footsteps, and the rustling sound of clothes rubbing together converged in this small room in the silent night.

One was the powerful “Young Master Wei,” whom everyone in Da Ning knew.

One was the royal daughter, the “Princess Wuping,” who was well-known in Da Feng.

With the status of the two of them, they were doing chores that only maids would do, and there was no communication throughout the entire process... This should have been an awkward scene.

But unexpectedly, the current scene had a strange harmony.

It was as if an old married couple had just returned home from outside.

“Young Master, the tea is ready.”

Not knowing how long had passed, the “old wife,” Li Wutong, suddenly called out softly to Wei Changtian, who was standing by the window looking at the moon.

The latter turned around and walked to the table to sit down, lifted the teacup, took a sip of the tea that was just the right temperature, and then said with a smile in Li Wutong's expectant gaze:

“Good tea.”

The sentence “Good tea” was not known whether it was praising the tea leaves or the tea art, but it made Li Wutong smile happily.

However, this smile quickly faded away slowly.

“Young Master Wei, is Yama really dead?”

“Yes, it should be.”

Wei Changtian nodded: “Even if he reappears, it will be sixty years later.”

“...”

“Oh.”

Li Wutong's “Oh” sounded a little late and a little lost.

It was as if she didn't want Yama to be finished.

Of course, that was definitely impossible.

Therefore, it meant that Li Wutong was now reluctant to part with something else.

Although Wei Changtian was sometimes a little direct, he was not as foolish as Chu Xianping when it came to matters of love between men and women, so he had probably guessed what Li Wutong was reluctant to part with at this time.

Yama was dead, and he would naturally return to Shu Prefecture.

And this also meant that he and Li Wutong might have to “say goodbye forever.”

“...”

Wei Changtian had long known Li Wutong's feelings for him, but he was not very clear about what kind of feelings he had for the latter.

He certainly didn't hate her.

But to say he liked her... he couldn't say that either.

Alas.

If he was scummy enough, he would definitely take her in regardless of everything, anyway, the harem group was already quite large, and it wouldn't make a difference to have one more.

But the bad thing was that he was not this kind of “scumbag.”

In addition, the values brought from his previous life made Wei Changtian always feel that if there was a choice, then marriage should still be based on love.

That's why he was unwilling to “delay” other people's girls.

Looking at Li Wutong, who was looking down and not saying a word, he helplessly rubbed his handsome nose.

It turned out that being too excellent was also a kind of trouble.

Wei Changtian suddenly thought of this sentence from his previous life and had a deeper understanding of it at this moment.

Being too excellent, and not being a scumbag, was even more troublesome!