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In the blink of an eye, a figure in black knelt before him. "Master, I apologize for my tardiness and hope for your punishment."
Feng Huai Jin, waving his ebony folding fan, looked at the person before him and asked, "Do you have anything to eat on you?"
"Ah?" Although confused, the figure in black still pulled out a piece of walnut pastry from his pocket.
Feng Huai Jin took the walnut pastry in his hand, leaned over the prison bars, and peered down at me. "I have something delicious. Would you like to come with me?"
"…"
Seeing that I didn't respond, Feng Huai Jin asked again, "Miss, I have something tasty. Will you come with me?"
Suddenly, the figure in black drew half of a sword, its gleam flashing in my eyes. It felt as if uttering a single "no" would result in my head rolling away. Surely, no one could refuse the invitation of the Seventeenth Prince?
I suddenly felt that living was so difficult…
Thus, half-kidnapped and half-lured, I found myself in the carriage of the Seventeenth Prince. Outside, the battle raged fiercely and thrillingly. Inside the carriage, Feng Huai Jin opened a box of pastries and said to me, "Eat this; it's delicious too."
Two food lovers meeting each other brought tears to my eyes.
When Shu Zhan Yan caught up with us, the carriage was about to make a perfect turn. To my surprise, the startled horse did not bolt but instead stopped just an inch from the edge of a cliff.
I sat in the carriage, afraid to move even slightly, fearing that any motion would bring back the horse's senses and send me tumbling into the abyss.
Outside, the sounds of battle echoed as the Constable Shu Zhan declared, "Concealing weapons and plotting rebellion, even if you are a prince, you must face the same punishment as the commoners. Feng Huai Jin, surrender now."
The curtain was leisurely lifted by the Seventeenth Prince, his tone dripping with nonchalance. "Oh, I say, do you think I don't know why he sent you to Li'an? It's merely to shatter my sphere of influence. But right now, who will shatter whom remains to be seen!"
Feng Huai Jin's provocative words did not ignite Shu Zhan Yan's anger; instead, he looked at me in surprise as I sat beside the Seventeenth Prince.
I held onto the pastry box, my mind buzzing with confusion.
Feng Huai Jin lifted my chin with the handle of his fan, further infuriating Shu Zhan Yan. "Indeed, your little lover has come to sacrifice himself in prison to rescue you."
My thoughts were still muddled, filled with a desperate urge to die: "Shu Zhan Constable, please listen to me—"
I struggled to run outside, and Feng Huai Jin made no effort to stop me. But in the midst of a chaotic fight where swords clashed and people battled fiercely, there was no time for casual conversation.
The lengthy explanation I wanted to give caught in my throat. It didn't matter; I was never truly allied with the Seventeenth Prince. If Shu Zhan Yan believed me, he wouldn’t need my explanation.
Yet Shu Zhan Yan looked at me, his brows furrowed and his expression darkened—he was genuinely angry. "Ling Tan, you have disappointed me greatly."
...
Perhaps it was understandable that he didn't trust me given my past; yet why did it hurt so much?
I wondered if my presence had distracted Shu Zhan Yan. When a skilled opponent swung their blade at him, he raised his sword to block it. The treasured sword that had often been held against my neck could not withstand the blow and snapped with a loud crack.
In my exclamation, Shu Zhan Yan was forced to the edge of the cliff, but the opponent's expert pursued relentlessly.
A thunderclap struck my heart as Shu Zhan Yan fell from the cliff!
Although he misunderstood me and I was very angry, I certainly did not want him to die.
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