Wei Jun approached slowly, his forced smile like a knife wrapped in silk. "Brother Su, you really didn't give me face today, huh?" He sighed theatrically. "I thought you were righteous… but cutting my sister? You've broken my heart."
Su Xiaobai's lips twitched. 'This clown…'
Fine.
"Cut her?" His grin turned razor-sharp. "Your little sister and I were just having fun. She's clever, you know. Adorable, even. How could I even hurt her?"
The sharp dagger vanished with a flick. His hand shifted, fingers brushing her neck. Ling Er shivered, her trembling growing worse.
Her lips moved silently. 'Liar.'
Wei Jun's eyes narrowed. Too narrow.
Wu Jian, however, had had enough. "You dare disobey orders, kidnap the princess, and injure her—then lie to the Grand Elder and Prince Wei!?" His sword glinted, his voice shaking. "You'll pay for this, rogue!"
