Under the early spring sunshine, a fog of blood shone with a blinding radiance.
It was too harsh for anyone to look directly at it.
Everyone stared in dumbfounded horror at the scene, watching as the sword clanged to the ground.
The red cloak fluttered upwards as Princess Ling'an fell heavily to the ground.
"Ling'an—"
Amidst the silence, the Prince of Wutong let out a roar like a wounded beast.
Ignoring the efforts of his lieutenant and soldiers to restrain him, he leapt off the city walls, ran to Princess Ling'an, picked her up, and looked at the uncontrollable bleeding from her neck. Trembling, he stomped and cried out, "Ling'an, oh Ling'an, my daughter. What has happened to you? Why did you do this? Why, why!? Ahh, ahh!"
Due to severe blood loss in a short period of time, Ling'an's body was shaking violently. With wide-open eyes staring straight at her father, she mustered all her strength to say, "Now...now...you can do as you will."
