Song Lianhe slowly raised her hand, wiped the blood from her face, and scoffed. "He killed my friend. Death was too good for him. As for you, you sniveling rats from the Nanchen Kingdom, even if you aren't buried alongside this trash, you'll still have to answer for the unjust deaths of the people in Sishui City!"
Yan Jiayu watched her quietly, the face beneath his mask betraying no emotion.
He did not deny his identity, speaking slowly. "The strong devour the weak; that is the 'Way' of this world. Think back. When Emperor Cheng Xiao used the turmoil at the border to seize the throne, how many citizens of the Nanchen Kingdom died unjustly because of it?"
He glanced around the area. "I have never ordered the slaughter of this city's people, but that does not mean someone else won't. Sometimes, the true enemy is not who you think."
