Song Qingshu had to admit that Fu Junzhuo's mastery of the sword had reached an exceptionally high level. Whether in force, timing, or angle, this strike was superb.
As he watched her sword thrust toward his throat, Song Qingshu did not dodge. He merely stood there quietly and looked at her.
"Why didn't you dodge?" Sure enough, the sword tip stopped three inches from his throat. Fu Junzhuo tilted her head as she studied him, unable to help admiring his courage.
Song Qingshu grinned at her. "How could you bear to kill me, miss?"
Fu Junzhuo was instantly furious, smoke practically pouring from her seven orifices. She wanted nothing more than to shove the sword forward and pierce a huge hole through him, but reason stopped her. After all, he was the scion of a prominent Song dynasty family. Goryeo had suffered enough disasters lately, and she did not want to stir up more trouble.
Song Qingshu gently pushed her sword aside. "Your hand is shaking badly, miss. You should put it away."
Fu Junzhuo sneered. "What, are you scared after all?"
"I'm not afraid of being stabbed to death by you. I'm afraid that after I die, you'll be heartbroken. Then even in death, my heart would ache," Song Qingshu said with deep affection.
"You bastard!" Fu Junzhuo finally could not hold herself back. She raised her sword again and went to chop him down. By now, she no longer cared about her usual forms. Every move was a simple, direct slash, as though only that could vent the hatred in her heart.
"Murdering your husband!" Song Qingshu cried miserably as he fled in a panic.
Fu Junzhuo's expression grew even darker. Without a word, she chased after him with her sword raised, hacking at him. Yet for some