At Song Qingshu's words, Wei Ruolan's gaze flickered. Naturally, he did not want to die. What was more, he still bore the mission passed down through generations of his ancestors. Yet he simply could not bring himself to beg for mercy. After hesitating for a long while, he could only stand there in ugly silence.
Song Qingshu did not mind. He said directly, "You have two choices before you. Either swear loyalty to me, and from now on, everything you have will belong to me—including your fiancée."
Wei Ruolan's cheek twitched. "And if I refuse, the only option is death?"
"You're smart. No wonder you were the top scholar outside Donghua Gate." Song Qingshu's praise sounded especially grating to Wei Ruolan. "The other choice is immediate death. Of course, I'll still take good care of your fiancée."
Wei Ruolan snapped, "If the world heard what you just said, they would know just how shameless and despicable you are!"
Song Qingshu smiled. "When dealing with shameless and despicable people, naturally one uses shameless and despicable methods. Enough nonsense. Make your choice."
Wei Ruolan's eyes flickered. In truth, the choice was not difficult for him. As long as he lived, anything remained possible. He might succeed in avenging himself. He might fulfill his ancestors' mission... As for loyalty, heh, would he not be able to go back on it someday?
Making the choice was easy. The difficult part was making the other party believe in his loyalty. Wei Ruolan did not believe Song Qingshu would be so kind-hearted. What if this was merely a trap laid for him? Then he would still die in the end, and perhaps die even more miserably.
"What exactly is it about me that you value?" Wei Ruolan truly deserved his reputation as a top scholar, quickly