Karma

Pure moonlight poured down, yet it could hardly illuminate the Ancient Battlefield, where killing intent lingered.

Dressed in a black gown, Wu Chan looked all the more coldly beautiful. Her expression remained calm as she said, "One must make choices. It is truly difficult to have both."

Behind her, Lu Chongyuan stood dazed, struggling to recover. Earlier, he had knelt on one knee and sincerely pledged himself to Dayi, willing to serve him like a faithful hound or horse.

As Wu Chan's household retainer, his emotions churned. Was it truly right for the princess to repay kindness with betrayal?

Under the moonlight, amid the black mist, Qin Ming said, "A cup of rice earns gratitude; a bushel earns hatred. Bear a great debt of kindness for too long, and it becomes a great grudge."

His voice paused briefly before he added, "Of course, people differ. Those with kind hearts will repay a drop of kindness with a gushing spring."

Wu Chan's presence was imposing, her bearing increasingly cold and aloof. She showed no emotional fluctuation throughout. Her red lips parted slightly as she prepared to speak.

Beside her, a rather martial-looking middle-aged man waved a hand. "Sister, why waste words on a dead man?"

He was the powerful figure Lu Chongyuan looked up to, the prince most likely to inherit the throne—Wu Zhaoyan.

Qin Ming regarded the Eternal Kingdom's crown prince indifferently. "You think yourself infallible, believing everything is in your grasp. In truth, your road ahead has already been cut off. Some karmic ties are beyond your ability to bear."

Wu Zhaoyan stood atop a large blue stone, his hands clasped behind his back. Neither joy nor concern showed on his face as he looked down at Qin Ming. "If harsh words were useful, what would we need strength