"Sister..."
Feng Shan's eyes reddened as he softly called out to her.
"No matter what you do, sister, I will not complain."
Even if it costs me my own life.
Had she not taken him in six years ago, he would have frozen to death in that winter.
So, if today she wished to take that life back, he would have no complaints, no regrets.
As he uttered these words, there was no change in Chu Baihan's expression.
Her eyes hardened, and she thrust the dagger straight into his body.
"Third Prince."
Seeing this, his trusted aides rushed forward to stop her.
Yan Lian furrowed his brows, wanting to say something, but eventually, he fell silent.
"No, don't come over."
Despite the numbing pain, Feng Shan still stopped his men from coming closer.
"Sister, go on, I can endure it," he said to Chu Baihan, a obedient smile appearing on his face.
Chu Baihan's gaze was icy cold.
"That first stab was to vent for Yan Lin."
"And this one, is for the people of Nanduan Kingdom."
