Splat—
Zi Huai knelt on the ground, staring at the floor as he panted heavily.
Lying before him was Liao Ye's corpse, his face a deep purplish-red.
"I, I, I—"
Clatter.
The poison-coated dagger fell to the ground. Zi Huai's hands trembled violently, unable to stop.
"Why—"
"I clearly... clearly didn't want to do this anymore."
He curled up on the ground, sweat and tears soaking his clothes as he groaned in agony.
He raised his head slightly.
Only to see a pair of eyes staring fixedly at him, filled with resentment and fury.
"Ah... Aaaah—!!!"
Frightened, Zi Huai grabbed the dagger again and scrambled backward several steps before stopping. Only then did he see what was looking at him.
It was Liao Ye.
Even in death, Liao Ye was still watching him, staring at him.
"So it really was you."
Before Zi Huai realized it, a hoarse, weary murmur reached his ears.
There was pity and accusation in that murmur.
For a moment, Zi Huai did not dare raise his head.
"Sister Hua..." Zi Huai called the newcomer's name in a trembling voice, his head lowered.
"Don't call me Sister Hua." There was a hint of gritted fury in Zi Juan's voice. The veins stood out on the hand gripping the Slanted Pine Silver-Tip Spear as she glared at Zi Huai.
Those words struck Zi Huai's head like a heavy hammer, making him feel dizzy.
"An assassin from the Han Kingdom killed Northern Chu's great generals Wei Hao and Liang Ning, and this time infiltrated our camp to kill Grand Steward Liao Ye." Zi Juan gritted her teeth and pointed her spear at Zi Huai. Trembling, she asked through clenched teeth, "Who is your next target?"
"...Me?"
Zi Huai sat in the distance, curled into a ball with his