Bai Zihan looked down at the pitiful figure sprawled before him—blood dripping from split lips, face swollen and unrecognizable.
Bai Zihan stepped closer, his boot landing beside the Fifth Prince's face. The marble floor groaned faintly under the pressure of his Qi.
"Tell me," Bai Zihan's voice was quiet now, soft enough to chill bone, "why did you take Luo Qing? Was it to lure me out?"
The Fifth Prince blinked in confusion, stunned that the question was even asked.
"W-What? What are you—"
Bai Zihan crouched, his gaze boring into him.
"Answer me properly. You dared to take her away on the lies that it was me who told her to come. Was that your goal—to provoke me?"
The Fifth Prince shook his head weakly, blood spattering on the floor.
"I don't even know what you're talking about! Lure you? Why would I—"
He coughed hard, grimacing in pain, then managed to speak again, his tone laced with frustration.
