Mu Qing looked at the young prince, her pitch-black eyes reflecting the golden light flickering at his fingertips.
She gently stepped forward and placed her soft and supple palms on the back of his hand.
"I can sense the purity of your soul," she said softly, her voice carrying a calm, soothing warmth that brushed away the heavy tension in the air. "Your hands have never taken a human life. You should not begin today, least of all for a reason like this."
Feng Wuhan frowned, his brow furrowing as a look of confusion and disbelief washed over his youthful features.
"Miss, how can you say that?" Wuhan asked, his blue eyes widening as he pointed toward the shivering form of Old Jiang.
"These men broke into your home! They came to rob you of everything you own, and this vile creature was about to violate your innocence! They are nothing more than wild beasts in human clothing... How can you still defend them?!"
