"Chun'er," the prince whispered. He was no longer the handsome and radiant prince from the past, but seemed more like an old man now. He held his sister's hand tightly, continuing, "Brother has let you down."
Zhao Chun'er remained silent, shaking her head vigorously. The tears that she had suppressed along the entire journey started to flow freely, falling to her left and right as she shook her head.
Chu Qiao stood up slowly, no one noticing or looking at her. In such an environment, her shadow appeared all the more insignificant. She was undeniably responsible for the state of things today, as she had overseen the execution of the ten men. The young lady turned around and picked up her sword on the ground. She picked up a torn mat and walked out of the door.
The front door closed with a creak. The rain poured down from above. Coupled with the cold wind, the weather was unforgiving and relentless.