Chapter 63 Killing the Tyrant 12 (2/2)

The thought of Ah Zi looking at him with disdain made Yin Jiuxiao's face turn even paler, and his knuckles trembled slightly.

He had seen too many people fear his gaze—court officials, enemy generals, even his own mother and brothers.

They feared him, hated him, and secretly cursed him as a heartless monster and a bloodthirsty madman.

But Azi is different.

In her eyes, there was no fear, only sincerity, and he gradually began to want to get closer to her and trust her.

But what if she knew what he really looked like!

Would she look at him like everyone else, with the kind of eyes that look at a monster?

Would she... want to run away from him?!

The thought coiled around him like a venomous snake, making it hard for him to breathe and intensifying the pain in his chest.

"Your Majesty? Are you feeling unwell?"

Zi Xi noticed that his breathing was unstable, so she leaned closer.

Her presence was so close, warm and clean, and she showed no fear of him whatsoever.

Yin Jiuxiao's Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly gripped her wrist, pulling her sharply to the side of his bed. He tilted his head and asked her.

“Azi.”

"If I told you... I felt nothing at all about those people's deaths..."

"Do you think... I'm crazy? Are you afraid of me? Do you want to stay away from me?"

His voice was low and husky, soft yet with a barely perceptible tremor. He stared at her with an almost obsessive intensity, waiting for her answer.

Zi Xi looked at the emperor before her, who was usually so arrogant, but now he was like a restless child, holding her hand tightly, as if afraid that she would disappear at any moment.

She was a little confused. What kind of crazy male lead or villain would have empathy or compassion for anyone other than the female lead?

"His Majesty."

"I have seen your most cruel side, and I have also seen your most gentle side."

"I know what kind of person you are better than anyone else."

She gently squeezed his hand back, her voice firm.

Yin Jiuxiao's pupils contracted slightly. Regardless of whether Azi was lying to comfort him, Yin Jiuxiao still felt an endless warmth in his heart.

"As for those who died..."

"Many people have died at the hands of my subordinates. If you are a madman, then so am I."

Zi Xi lowered her eyes, her tone calm.

Yin Jiuxiao's breath hitched, and the next second he suddenly pulled her into his arms with such force that it almost made her bones ache.

"You are not... but remember what you said today..."

"If one day you dare to run away..."

"I will break your legs and lock you in my arms for the rest of my life."

He buried his face in her neck, his voice hoarse.

Zi Xi smiled silently.

"Then Your Majesty must lock it up tightly."

"I told you, I have excellent lightness skills and can run very fast."

She spoke softly, exchanging a smile with Yin Jiuxiao, who was lying beside her.

Outside the gate, in the courtyard, Yin Yi stood silently in the shadows, his lips twitching as he listened to the conversation inside.

He knew that His Majesty was perfectly fine.

His Majesty will be sad, but why would he be sad about something like this!

When Yin Yi recalled the battle in the northern border three years ago, when Yin Jiuxiao personally ordered the massacre of 50,000 surrendered soldiers, he didn't even flinch.

Now that these people have died in the palace, His Majesty is indeed not even slightly disturbed.

He shook his head and quietly withdrew.

His Majesty's act of feigning helplessness was merely a ploy to get that girl to stay with him a little longer.

It seems that Ah Zi is quite happy with it.