Song Qingshu, standing outside the window, could not help but sigh. He was already devious enough, but compared to these true politicians, he was utterly outclassed. These people were black-hearted to the core; they simply did not care whether someone lived or died.
Am I about to die? A trace of bewilderment flashed through Shen Biqun's eyes. No matter how composed she was, she was still only a teenage girl, a flower raised in a greenhouse until now. Suddenly facing death left her confused and unwilling. Thinking that she would die before avenging her parents, a powerful desire to survive rose within her. Yet although she knew nothing of martial arts, she could tell how formidable the man before her was. He was simply not someone she could fight.
"Can someone save me..." She wanted to cry out for help, but though her lips parted, no sound came out. Her overwhelming terror had robbed her of her voice.
Just as Xue Yiren was about to draw his sword, a knock sounded at the door. "Miss Shen? Miss Shen?" He frowned, and the sword in his hand halted instinctively.
Shen Biqun recognized Zhao Weiyi's voice. She had always disliked him because he was Yelü Yixin's confidant, but at this moment, his voice sounded like heavenly music.
"Who is outside?" Xue Yiren asked in a low voice. After all, he was inside Prince Wei's Manor and did not dare act too rashly.
"One of Yelü Yixin's men." Shen Biqun had only just recovered from her shock, and her voice trembled slightly.
"Miss Shen, my lord asked me to question you about something. May I come in?" the voice outside asked again.
Xue Yiren frowned. By temperament, he would have simply killed the man with a single stroke. But he had come here