Falling on her knees, Emika forced her tears to stop falling as she looked up at the black figure who stood before her, regarding her with shock and dismay.
The young woman was cupping her wounded palm in the other hand and pressing it hard against her chest, but trickles of blood still ran down her knees. How rash and reckless was she! thought the man with no name.
"What is there left for me to live for but the truth?" She gasped, eyes glinting with dread. "Please, I beseech you, tell me—if your scar is the testimony of my father's innocence… was it his blade who failed to stop you from murdering the Emperor? Did you collude with the Second Prince to murder our Emperor and frame my father?"
She thought, with sudden panic, could this man truly be Shufeng's accomplice?
