Although Wei Ya was overtaken with shock and rage, he instinctively showed some mercy when he attacked with the paperweight, for this was the woman who had occupied his heart for so many years.
The paperweight grazed Xing Zhi's forehead, leaving a long gash.
Her skin was fair, making the red wound seem terribly startling.
Weiya glanced at the wound and tiredly waved his hand, "Go now. Stop showing up in front of me, lest I lose control and kill you."
Xing Zhi's lips formed a tight line, not uttering a single word.
Over the days she served Weiya as a maid, she had learned not to argue.
He had already sentenced her to death in his mind. Even if she did argue, he wouldn't believe her. There was no point in speaking more. She would wait for his anger to subside and for him to rethink the situation.
Xing Zhi curtsied obediently, "Thank you, Your Highness, for showing mercy. This slave will take her leave"
