Lin Daiyu Uproots a Weeping Willow

Wu Pifu truly was not a homicidal maniac.

Though he could not be bothered to explain himself to others, he could not deny his own convictions simply because of the outside world's misunderstandings.

Although there was an element of disciplining her, everything Wu Pifu had said to Lin Daiyu was true, and it was what he himself believed: establish an inviolable bottom line, then uphold it when facing all things in this world. So long as no one crossed that line, everything could be discussed. But once they crossed it, there would be no more room for discussion.

So when Lin Daiyu came to persuade Wu Pifu, filled with unease, how could he possibly have been persuaded?

Rather than trying to persuade Wu Pifu, she might as well have persuaded the emperor to behave like a decent human being when facing him.

Naturally, Lin Daiyu did not understand such matters. She walked onward with a heart full of anxiety; the eunuch and guards ahead of her did the same; and someone in the imperial palace waited with anxiety filling his heart... Among them all, Wu Pifu alone seemed utterly at ease. His expression was natural as he walked along, as though he was not heading to the imperial palace at all, but merely on a simple outing.

Before long, they arrived outside the imperial palace. The eunuch had kept his head lowered as he walked. Looking at the troops stationed at the checkpoint gate ahead, his gaze gradually turned fierce. The dark, secretive temperament born of his mutilated body was about to erupt. The moment the city gate opened and the stationed troops checked their identification plaques, he was about to roar out—

But at that instant, Lin Daiyu somehow appeared behind him. Her small hands rested against his spine,