His Princess Consort, feeling guilty, was nonetheless resolute in her actions, not even trembling as she moved.
Due to the pain, blood seeped from his tightly clenched teeth. The Princess Consort gently wiped it clean with a handkerchief, softly comforting him, "Don't be afraid, my lord, it will only hurt for a moment."
A strong will to live prompted him to swat away the Second Prince Consort's hand and stumble toward the exit with his wound clutched tightly.
Everything will be fine once he gets outside, where the guards sent by his father await to protect him.
But then, another sword pierced his back.
Lowering his head, he could see the tip of the sword protruding through his body.
"A hundred days' affection for a day of marriage, yet have you no feelings for me at all? Must you truly seek my death?"
"If you wish to pursue your great path, divorcing me would suffice. I cherish and value you, you know I have never refused any of your requests..."
