The man glanced at Yin Huan and sneered. "Who would've thought she'd actually be useful for something."
The lives of mere commoners were never his concern.
The haze in Song Lianhe's eyes seemed to finally find a focus. She slowly got to her feet, tilting her head back to look at him, and asked, word by word, "Was it you who killed her?"
The man's lips curled in disdain. "So what if I was?"
Song Lianhe lowered her head and suddenly smiled. "Wonderful."
The man froze. "You said... 'wonderful'?"
"Yes." Song Lianhe looked at him, her eyes growing cold. "To be able to avenge Yin Huan so soon... It really is... wonderful."
As if he'd heard a joke, the man on the horse laughed flippantly. "We've reached this point, and you really think your title as Princess Qing can save your life?"
Song Lianhe approached him. The group of men in black below started to move forward, but the man arrogantly raised a hand.
