"Su Yuan, don't!"
Chen Nuoyi and Qi Hanyua lunged toward Su Yuan without thinking, but True Lord Wuluo held them back.
Su Yuan turned around and looked at the two girls, tears streaming down their faces. He smiled gently.
"Live well. Don't grieve for me. And... if you have to blame anyone, blame Senior Anong."
Qi Anon: "???"
Wait, Wan Chenxin was the one who'd forced you to your death. Why were you blaming me?
Su Yuan: "If she hadn't insisted on making that flag before the battle—that once the war ended, we'd get married—maybe I wouldn't be dying now."
Qi Anon grew flustered.
"Su Yuan, can't you leave some other kind of last words? What if Nuoyi and Hanya really end up hating me?"
Su Yuan smiled and was about to say something, but no words came out.
His throat had already been pierced by poison.
Wisps of black poison surged from his throat, but Su Yuan forcibly pressed them back in so they wouldn't hurt anyone else in the hall.
He turned back to look at Wan Chenxin.
To everyone's surprise, Wan Chenxin's face was streaked with tears too, as though she were bidding farewell to a child on the brink of death.
Su Yuan gently grabbed Wan Chenxin's arm. It was as if fear of death had seized him, making him instinctively clutch at anything within reach.
Wan Chenxin didn't pull away. She sat down on a step in the hall and laid Su Yuan across her lap, quietly watching as the poison corroded his body until it was riddled with holes.
In just a few breaths, his chest and guts had been eaten through, leaving him an empty shell.
In a few more seconds, even that shell would be completely devoured by the poison.
Su Yuan's