Chapter 99 (Dead)

Sang Ji caught up with him very easily.

Liu Jiao was extremely annoyed and threw a tantrum, running into the woods to avoid him.

Sang Ji tried to pull her back, but Liu Jiao turned to dodge—

A sharp sword was aimed straight at her forehead.

The death threat and the shock of anger left Liu Jiao momentarily speechless.

There was no way to avoid it; her movements were far too slow compared to the sword.

When she came to her senses, the stinging pain was no longer in her heart.

She was hugged.

The warmth of his body drove away the chill.

On the day of the Laba Festival, she turned her head blankly, looking at Sang Ji's pale neck, and then down her neck.

He saw a feathered arrow strapped high to Sang Ji's chest.

In an instant, Sang Ji's body fell downwards.

Liu Jiao couldn't support his weight and was pinned to the ground in the snow.

Sang Ji could have easily avoided getting hurt.

He's far too adept at handling these kinds of situations.

But he panicked too much; concern clouded his judgment.

"No." Seeing Liu Jiao's stunned expression, he didn't show much pain. He just took Liu Jiao's hand and buried his head in her stomach. This time she didn't push him away, but she was trembling all over.

Sang Ji tried to feel the warmth emanating from her body; his phoenix eyes were clear and innocent.

"I married you because I loved you."

"Just as I refused to kill the princess for you. No one can control me, and neither can my marriage."

"I love you, that's why I married you."

"The one who truly doesn't realize my feelings is you."

Sang Ji gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, his words coming out quickly and urgently.

It only paused at the very last sentence, slowing down a bit.

I'm at peace with it now.

Liu Jiao could easily sense that he was exhausted.

He could only use her for support, so he nestled against her belly.

She wanted to save him, but he just told her not to waste her energy.

In the desolate wilderness, she brought him back, only to find him as a corpse.

Just then, a pair of leather boots stopped in front of Liu Jiao.

It's not Li Du.

"It's hopeless, don't waste your energy." An aged voice came from above Liu Jiao's head.

Liu Jiao looked over with her red and swollen eyes.

Her pupils contracted sharply.

The newcomer was leaning on a cane, followed by a group of assassins.

He is Sang Ji's grandfather, Sang Wujin.

"..."

There was no one else there at that moment.

"You killed him?" Liu Jiao asked with certainty.

Sangwujin smiled: "You're a pretty smart girl. I've admired you for a while now."

He remained noncommittal: "He is not a member of my Sang family after all, just a slave or commoner, yet he has enjoyed the Sang family's upbringing over the years. He truly deserves to die. Li Du, on the other hand, is a child of my Sang family."

Sang Wujin remained calm, unafraid that the assassins behind him would hear him.

With powerful aristocratic families in power, he wasn't afraid even if the emperor heard about it.

Li Du and Sang Ji are the same age and were switched at birth.

Sang's parents had known for a long time that Sang Ji was not their biological son, but Sang Ji was so promising that they kept it a secret from Sang Wujin.

Now, Sangwujin knows.

As the head of a powerful family, he had to make a decision.

The parents of Li Du, who were killed by Sang Ji's parents, were also Sang Ji's biological parents.

The people Li Du wanted to take revenge on were his own parents.

"Don't cry, there's no need."

“Those who are not of our kind are sure to have different hearts and should be killed.” His words were calm and his tone gentle, but to Liu Jiao, they were colder than the snow-capped mountains of the north.

My abdomen suddenly felt lighter.

Liu Jiao was stunned.