The situation had already spiraled out of control. Looking at Wang Tingyue beneath the glint of swords, Liang Wan's face turned deathly pale. Her heart plummeted into an abyss. She shook her head. They couldn't leave, nor could they stage a mutiny.
"All of you, stop!" Liang Wan shouted fiercely.
"Wanwan?" The cold, sharp point of the hairpin was aimed not at his neck, but at his heart. Lu Xiu's voice was so light it was barely audible, yet heavy with disbelief. He narrowed his eyes, staring blankly at the woman before him. The sudden turn of events left everyone paralyzed, afraid to make a single rash move.
"Madam!"
"Awan?"
People were calling out to her. Some called her Madam, some called her by name, and others cursed her as a demoness. She couldn't hear them. She only heard someone laughing deeply, the hoarse sound like a massive saw, grating against her heart with every stroke.
