With a squelching sound, the sharp weapon pierced flesh, blood splattering, staining Meng Jinse's face, yet her face was filled with astonishment.
An arm was placed in front of her, the sharp hairpin already embedded in that arm.
"Master!" King Rui's subordinates exclaimed.
King Rui dodged the hairpin swiftly, without a blink, pulled it out of his arm, and casually tossed it aside.
His face was enveloped in coldness, ignoring the bleeding from the wound, his eyes fixed on Meng Jinse, "Do you really want to die that much?"
For the first time, Meng Jinse felt fear, not because she lost courage but because she felt some guilt.
No, she wasn't wrong; she didn't ask him to save her, nor did she ask him to meddle; moreover, it was he who forced her to this point!
If he hadn't captured Princess Diao Bin and insisted on using her for exchange, how would it have come to this?
Meng Jinse's gaze gradually regained firmness, losing all hesitation and bewilderment.
