Mu Ling was staring at Chen Qingyan with mixed feelings in his heart. He did not look away even for a second. Currently, no one felt worse than Mu Ling himself.
"Your hands are quivering. I thought you want to offer up your life to clear your name? What are you doing now? You don't want to die? Well, if you really want to die, I can give you a hand. Hold this sword properly and I will stab you. You don't need to thank me for this." Feng Ruqing glanced at Chen Qingyan's trembling hands.
Feng Ruqing's hand moved slightly.
Before the sword reached Chen Qingyan's heart, a loud scream sounded. In a split second, Chen Qingyan loosened the sword in her grip and took a few steps backward.
No! Chen Qingyan did not want to die! If she died, she would lose everything she had.
The sword fell to the ground from Chen Qingyan's hand. Beads of cold sweats could be seen covering her forehead. Her eyes were filled with panic, her face was drained of any color.
