"Grandmaster, what would you like to drink? I'll pour it for you."
"No need, I'm not thirsty."
"Then I'll step out for a moment. You... keep the Prince company."
"Sure."
Xiaoqi quietly left the room, closing the door gently behind her.
Only Gu Xia and the Prince remained in the sickroom.
She felt an inexplicable sadness—no one in this world can choose their own birth.
If they could, she thought, no one would wish to be born into a family within the Underworld Force.
Rather than fighting and killing, he could have just been a quiet, beautiful young man.
Doing what he liked, yet he was bound by his identity.
Forced to do many things against his conscience and morals...
Such is the world, lacking choice. Some are born tigers, others rabbits.
The law of the jungle, always the paramount rule of this world...
Gu Xia suddenly thought of herself, her identity so...
Yet, by fate, raised by Old Gu, she had lived 24 years of ordinary life.
