"She's gone mad."
"Such a pity. A prodigy like her."
"Lu Wangji devoted his entire life to serving the country. Who would have thought he'd meet his end here?"
No one responded to Jiang Shi's words. Lu Wangji's death had not won Jiang Shi any dignity. Instead, it had made everyone lose the desire to negotiate with her. After all, communication was something people engaged in—but in their eyes, Jiang Shi was no longer human. She was merely a rabid dog that had yet to run wild.
What a rabid dog deserved was not communication, but cudgels and butcher's knives.
"Jie Zilong, Shang Yue, are your two families still planning to shield this madwoman?" Chen Lincuan's voice was full of mockery. "If the two of you want to help her escape, there's really not much we can do."
Jie Zilong swept Chen Lincuan a cold glance. When Jiang Shi had pursued Lu Wangji, only he, Shang Yue, and Zhou Ye had truly put in any effort. Qun Yushu had pretended to be half a step slow and done nothing, while Chen Lincuan had deliberately gotten in the way, rushing to the front to block their attacks and buying Jiang Shi enough time to deal damage.
He had to admit that he had underestimated Chen Lincuan. This rough, burly soldier, who was obscure among the Chen Family's messengers and always presented himself as rash and impulsive, possessed a deep and hidden cunning of his own. The moment Jiang Shi assassinated Lu Wangji, he had immediately realized that this was a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity. While everyone else was intercepting Jiang Shi, he alone had sincerely extended her a helping hand.
Not all malice came in the form of a glaring blade. It could also be disguised as encouragement while you walked toward your