Liuli's Provocation, Arrogance Met with Capture, Raising the Cauldron Alone, Careful Calculations

Back then, Zhao Lei, Hao Qingshe's disciple, had beaten and maimed a woman surnamed Huang. Li Xian rescued her, and seeing that she still clung to a single breath with remarkable tenacity, he took pity on her and brought her back to the residence. Nangong Liuli cared for her with meticulous attention.

Her injuries had initially been critical, but they gradually stabilized, and her life was no longer in danger. Yet all four of her limbs had been severed, her eyes and ears destroyed, and she could barely speak.

She could only lie in bed day after day, doing nothing at all. She was truly pitiful.

Li Xian and Nangong Liuli arrived at the side room. Nangong Liuli shot Li Xian a bashful glare and thought, At last, I've managed to muddle through this for now. She took out a tinderbox and lit the candle stands on all four sides. In the hazy lamplight, the woman surnamed Huang lay in bed beneath layered quilts, her long hair thick, her breathing even.

Nangong Liuli sat sideways on the edge of the bed and said softly, "Little Brother Li, this girl is truly the most pitiful of all pitiful people beneath heaven."

The two had spoken yesterday, and Li Xian had told her his real name. Nangong Liuli had glared at him for it and remained upset for a long while. Yet Li Xian had a silver tongue and excelled at winning women over. A few soft words and sweet nothings were enough to dispel her sulking.

Li Xian sighed. "Yes. Zhao Lei once took pleasure in humiliating others. She had a twisted mind, though fortunately, she has already been killed.

"Thinking back on it now, letting her die so quickly was truly a great regret." He stepped closer and saw white