The Battle

"Retreat Prime Minister Xin, and His Majesty, the Crown Prince might consider lowering your punishment, as well as that of your family!", shouted General Xiao.

I and every knight here, either on the Royals' side, or the prime minister's side knew very well that the prime minister was not going to stand down.

All for three reasons, one the Crown Prince disrespect his daughter, and any good father would naturally want to get revenge on behalf of his daughter.

Two, his pride. The Crown Prince had disrespected him by pursuing another woman while already having a fiance.

Three, if he were to retreat now, the punishment he would get along with his family would want him wishing death.

The Prime Minister is a smart man, he knows all this, that's why he won't retreat.

I would do the same thing if I was in his shoes. But I'm fortunately not.

"Very well, Prime Minister Xin, MEN CHARGE!", shouted General Xiao.

The fight started.

It lasted three days. I think.

I was stabbed on the third day.

As I was laying on the ground half-dead, all that had filled my head were regrets.

Regrets for trusting the wrong people.

Regrets for being spineless, despite being a royal Knight.

Regrets for allowing people to control my life.

But the one thing I regret the most, was giving up on my dream, my ambition, my goal.

If I ever get another chance at life, I'll live for myself, cut off controlling people and backstabbers out of my life, and pursue my dream of being an entertainer no matter how looked down upon it is. Maybe even fall in love.

I felt my limbs getting heavier and heavier until I couldn't keep my eyelids open and closed them. And with that, I died. Ren Xiao is no more.