"Lu Chenzhou, die!"
Lu Yiyi flashed like Thunder, hurtling straight at Lu Chenzhou.
Her sword carried a desperate, devastating force.
Lu Chenzhou paid it no mind. Laughing, he drew a curved blade and called out:
"Lu Yiyi, do you really like this boy?"
Lu Yiyi seemed not to hear. Her Long Sword drove straight for his chest.
Lu Chenzhou's smile turned mocking.
He had no intention of yielding. He swung his blade toward her neck.
Sword and blade each followed its own path.
Each sought the other's life.
Excitement flared in Lu Chenzhou's eyes.
But—
Lu Yiyi did not even look at him. She met his blade head-on, gripped her Long Sword tighter, and stabbed fiercely forward.
...Something was wrong.
"We were only playing. Do you actually want to die?"
Lu Chenzhou sneered, his gaze flicking over her.
Her expression was hollow, her face full of despair and grief. She moved as though sleepwalking, heedless even of the blood where she had bitten through her lip.
Oh no.
He had gone too far.
She truly did not want to live!
"Come on, Lu Yiyi. I only came to see him!"
Lu Chenzhou's smile vanished. He hurriedly changed his move and brought his blade back to block her thrust.
For an instant—
Lu Yiyi abruptly pulled back her sword, but threw herself toward his blade.
She was trying to die!
Lu Chenzhou had plenty of malice and cruelty in him, and he had toyed with countless lives. But how could he dare let her die now?
If she died here, by his hand—
No one could protect him.
Even if he survived, he would never rise again. His life would truly be over.
Would the Crown Prince use him as a stepping stone, then grant him a cup of poisoned wine?