"Looks like you have a death wish!"
Bai Zihan's voice thundered through the chamber, laced with killing intent sharp enough to freeze the air itself.
Both the Fifth Prince and Luo Qing flinched as his aura crashed into them like a tidal wave.
Luo Qing's brave façade, held together by sheer will, finally broke.
"Young Master…!"
Her voice trembled as tears spilled from her eyes.
Since the beginning of this ordeal, she had fought to stay composed—to uphold the dignity of the Bai Clan and of the man she served.
But she was still just a servant, a mortal girl thrust into a nightmare. Fear and humiliation burned in her chest until Bai Zihan's arrival shattered it all.
For the first time, the face she once feared brought her comfort.
Taking advantage of the Fifth Prince's startled hesitation, Luo Qing tore herself free and ran straight toward Bai Zihan.
"I'm sorry, Young Master!"
She cried, bowing her head in guilt.
Bai Zihan's expression softened briefly.
