"You know that, no matter what you do, I will not do anything to you." Yan Xun stared at her and continued, "If this happened, other people will pay the price on your behalf."
The lights outside were blinding. Chu Qiao felt pain in her eyes. The flames in the fire basin flickered on, warming the room, but she felt her blood turn cold to the point that it was almost freezing. Her gaze was not fixed; she seemed to stare at Yan Xun, but also seemed to stare through him into the distance. His eyes and gaze were no longer that clear; he was no longer that lively young man at the riverside back then, nor the fallen prince that suffered together with her in Sheng Jin Palace. Time had driven a huge wedge between them - she could not cross over, while he no longer attempted to cross over. However, as she thought about this, she realized that less than a year had passed. She fully felt what exactly the idea of power was.
