Knife.
Gentle dance.
Sounds of reed flutes filled the air above Floating Island, the breeze was tender and beautiful, with the bright moon hanging in the void.
In the midst of the gorgeous music, the knife rested on the man's neck.
"Wait a moment!"
The man was completely immobilized, yet he did not panic at all, merely speaking calmly,
"Why the rush? Patricide and assassinating the Head of the Family are against the rules, and greatly damaging to your reputation."
"Child, just wait—wait until I pass on the position of the family head to you, then I will commit suicide!"
"This is my truest 'love,' a final request from a father to his child."
Song Qingyun had been calm, her gaze steady, but upon hearing these words, she suddenly burst into an uncontrollable sharp laughter.
"Hahaha, you are so ridiculous."
She held the knife, her expression composed, her gaze unfocused as she fell into memories of the past.
For a while.
Her tone turned cold,
