"Do you wish to keep on living?"
Si Lili didn’t know what to think as she stared at Fan Xian, whom she had not seen in many days. Hearing his sudden question, she felt it was a strange thing to ask. "Even the ants value their lives. I, your servant, am no exception."
Fan Xian did not like how she referred to herself as his "servant", but that was her temperament. After all, she wasn’t a true, veteran spy who would be much more vicious.
The carriage once again began to move forward. Taking advantage of the shaking, Fan Xian sat next to Si Lili, who inconspicuously moved away from him, as if trying to keep some distance. Fan Xian frowned and said directly, "You have poison in your body. I believe you are not aware that."
Si Lili’s sparkling eyes gazed into Fan Xian’s own. After a period of silence, she asked, "Really?"
"I see you don’t seem surprised."