Even as he lay in bed, Beitang Feng's handsome face was extremely weak, but his gaze was not inferior to Bo Yeyuan's—his faint eyes were like glaciers beneath the sea and mountains.
He had seen Bo Yeyuan come in, but Beitang Feng disregarded him with contempt, as though he never considered him worth noticing.
Neither of the proud sons of emperors had ever taken the other seriously, both haughty—
Bo Yeyuan let go of Li Qiyu and leaned over to pinch Beitang Feng's chin, "You are nothing more than a dead dog now, what are you so proud of in my presence?"
"Bo Yeyuan, harming him won't do you any good!" Li Qiyu rushed forward to pull at his arm.
Bo Yeyuan stood immovable as a rock, laughing coldly, "Back then, you were just a defeated subordinate of mine. I truly regret that my blade veered off course, why didn't it pierce your heart in one go."
And when that blade had thrust forth, Beitang Feng was protected by someone, the tip of the blade only grazing his eyelid.