Xie Ming'an watched coldly, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Does the Crown Prince insist on this?" he asked, looking up.
Mo Lingwei sneered. "I will repay you in exactly the same way you hurt her. It must be done."
"If you don't have the guts, I'll give you another chance. Go to Shen Ningning. Beg for her forgiveness and admit your wrongdoing. If she's willing to say even a single good word for you, I'll let you go."
Xie Ming'an took a deep breath.
After a long moment, his eyes grew dark. "Since I am the one who wronged the Commandery Princess, how could I then shamelessly turn to her for help the moment I'm in trouble?"
"A man must take responsibility for his own actions. I am willing to cut off my ear to put this matter to rest."
With that, Xie Ming'an reached out and drew a dagger.
With a SHING, the sharp, cold glint of the blade trembled, reflecting Xie Ming'an's pair of cold, lucid eyes.
