"Yes, Your Highness! Should the Shadow Guards be mobilized?" Mo Qi asked.
"He is not worthy," Chu Yihan said with cold arrogance, raising his hand with the authority of a superior, commanding submission.
In the Marquis's Manor, Su Yingxue had not returned the entire night. When she came back, the scent of blood reached her nose.
She thought there might be someone injured in the courtyard, but later she discovered that the smell of blood was emanating from her room.
Closing the door, Zi Wei stood in the room like a statue.
The deep purple at the corners of his eyes exuded an intense coldness, and his eyes seemed veiled by a crimson mist.
Su Yingxue quickly took his pulse and realized he had returned with fresh injuries. She gritted her teeth and exclaimed angrily, "Zi Wei, why are you injured again?"
