"...You," she lightly pressed her lips together, reached out, and pushed him a little, "Do you really have to kill Pei Yuqing?"
The man clapping his hands paused, not saying a word.
Xie Wanqing hesitated for a moment, leaned in closer, intending to help clean the bloodstains from the corner of his lips, but her hand was caught as soon as she raised it.
Lu Ziyuan lifted his gaze, "Should he not die?"
The emotions in his eyes were very faint, even his tone was aloof. Though it seemed to be a question, it was actually stating a fact.
Xie Wanqing originally intended to persuade him but became powerless, letting out a bitter smile without speaking.
It should be her who deserves to die.
She finally understood, she was the real bearer of misfortune; as long as she was alive, there would inevitably be relentless enmity between him and Pei Yuqing, never-ending.
If it weren't for her, Pei Yuqing would still be the dignified, respectable Princely Heir of the Duke Mansion.
