Thinking about Old Master Gu's condition, she grew anxious. 'He's suffered such a terrible shock. At his age, I'm truly afraid he won't pull through.'
Ye Qianning tried to break free, wanting out, but it was all for naught. She struggled for what felt like an eternity, but nothing budged in the slightest.
'The Beili Emperor's attitude is already crystal clear. If I die just like this, my teacher, the Qian family, and the Gu family certainly won't let it go. But nothing good ever comes from confronting the imperial family head-on.'
'What I fear most is Xiang Minghou's impulsiveness and explosive temper. If he infuriates the Emperor, it only takes a single word from the throne to have someone killed.'
"These eyes... I will not give them to anyone. Not even if I have to destroy them," a low and resolute voice whispered beside her ear.
It was Sang Zhi's voice.
Ye Qianning's heart leaped. From that single sentence, she could tell that Sang Zhi had changed.
