Thinking of the hardships that she and her mother had endured over the years, all the changes she had recently made towards Yelü An turned back into resentment at this moment. Freya's hands resting on her thighs involuntarily clenched into fists.

Bradley clearly noticed her abnormality. He reached out and clasped her small hand, interlacing their fingers. He looked coldly at Yelü An and said, "It's getting late. Let's go back. Freya needs to rest."

The implication of asking the guest to leave was very strong.

Yelü An touched his nose. Feeling embarrassed to stay any longer, he turned around and left the room where the two of them were.

As soon as he left, Bradley said in a serious tone, "If you don't want to see him, I can go and discuss matters with him in the future. You should have less contact with him."

Freya leaned on his shoulder, and her body relaxed a lot.

She had tried very hard, but she still couldn't bring herself to accept Yelü An. As soon as she let down her guard, her mind was filled with the images of her mother's tragic death.

"Bradley, am I being too narrow-minded?"

The man stroked her hair and gently kissed her eyebrows and eyes. He said, "No, it's only natural for you to hate him. But Freya, I don't want your heart to be filled with nothing but hatred. If so, you will never be happy."

"Yelü An is certainly at fault, but he has never married in his life and has never stopped looking for your mother. If your mother were still alive, I believe she would definitely forgive Yelü An."

These words deeply shook Freya's heart.

She knew and was aware that it was a mistake back then.

If her mother were still alive, their family might have been able to be reunited. But her mother was already dead, which was the greatest regret in her life and an irreparable flaw.

"After the matters of the Yelü royal family are taken care of, I will personally deal with some things, including my grievances with Yelü An."

Freya knew that avoiding the problem couldn't solve it.

Her pain would also make Bradley unhappy.

So, in order to prevent the man from being caught in the middle between her and Yelü An, she would find a peaceful way to resolve this matter.

"Okay. No matter what you want to do, I will stand by your side because you are my wife!"

Freya smiled and hugged his waist tightly.

...

At the same time.

In the west wing room, a man in a dark gray suit stood in front of the French window, looking down at the scenery of the entire palace from a commanding height.

He held a cigarette in his hand. As he took a puff, his cheeks sank deeply.

Smoke slowly drifted out of his mouth and filled the air. Soon, the smell of tobacco permeated the room.

There was a lot of commotion behind him. A dark shadow flashed by and suddenly appeared a meter away from him.

"How's the matter going?"

The other person's cold voice carried a hint of majesty.

The shadow said respectfully, "The latest news is that Yelü Qi plans to stage a play in the palace tonight, and all the guests will attend."

Upon hearing this, the man paused in his action of smoking. Then he turned around and looked coldly at the shadow. "What on earth is Yelü Qi up to by staging a play at this time?"

"It's not Yelü Qi's idea. It's Freya's."

"Freya?" The man squinted his eyes. The cigarette in his hand fell to the ground. He raised his foot and crushed it out with his leather shoe.

Those gloomy eyes were shrouded in a thick layer of haze, like the water fished out from an icy pond, making people shiver with cold.

"Since this woman insists on courting death, you find an opportunity to kill her for me tonight."

Relying on that useless Yelü Mingshuo, he was afraid that the latter would be indecisive and reluctant to take action. So, even if she was restless, she should be sent to her grave in advance.

"Yes."

The shadow replied and disappeared without a trace just as he had come.

The man squinted his eyes. He played with the thumb ring on his right middle finger with his left hand, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a vicious arc.

He had originally wanted this game to last a few more days, but he didn't expect it to end so soon. What a disappointment!

He came and sat on the sofa, took off the thumb ring, and revealed the middle finger with a piece of flesh missing, which was deformed and twisted.

Then, he used that middle finger to tear off the mask on his face—

Night fell.

The lights on the stage had already been turned on, and all the guests arrived at the scene one after another.

Freya also got ready and was about to leave. But as soon as she stepped out of the room, a cold light suddenly flashed towards her, stabbing straight at her chest.

She dodged back and caught the light with her index finger and middle finger. A silver needle as long as a middle finger was shocking to behold.

"It's you again. Who on earth are you?"

In this world, there weren't many people who were good at using silver needles to hurt others. Besides herself, Freya had never met another master in this regard.

It turned out that the other party not only knew how to use silver needles but also knew how to kill with them.

The other party's voice, processed through a voice changer, was hoarse and sharp. "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that tonight is your death day!"

Without giving Freya a chance to catch her breath, the other party attacked at an extremely fast speed.

Freya pulled out a small military dagger from her waist and blocked the other party's attack. At that moment, she accidentally touched the other party's collarbone.

There was an incredible look in Freya's eyes. The person in front of her was tall and slender, about 1.75 meters. Perhaps because of practicing martial arts, the person had well-developed muscles all over the body.

It was precisely because of these characteristics and the fact that the other party spoke to her in a man's voice that Freya had ignored the other party's gender.

Unexpectedly, it was a powerful woman who had been hiding her true abilities.

The other party also didn't expect that Freya would touch her and discover her identity.

Immediately, the other party's eyes turned cold. She clenched her fist and punched forward extremely quickly.

Freya did a side somersault and counterattacked with her legs in a straight line. This kick was quite forceful and directly kicked the other party flying.

The other party's back hit the wall. She coughed, and the black cloth covering her face was obviously soaked, indicating that she had spat out blood.

"Tell me, who sent you?"

Freya's figure flashed, and she threw the dagger in her hand. The person in black couldn't avoid it in time, and the dagger stabbed into her shoulder.

Just as Freya was about to give another powerful blow, the other party took out something from her body and threw it at Freya. The misty air suddenly obscured Freya's vision.

When the smoke cleared, the person in black had already run away.

Damn it!

Freya kicked the wall angrily. If the other party hadn't resorted to underhanded tactics, she would definitely have caught this person in black tonight.

But it didn't matter. The good show hadn't even started yet.

She wanted to see who would be the protagonist tonight and who would be the murderer who killed Mr. Ouyang and the secretary.

Freya dusted off the ashes on her body and walked towards the stage.