His lips trembled, and his voice grew increasingly shrill: "Think about the consequences! You killed me, and Father will not let you off!"
"Even if you kill me, do you really think they will release Shen Jintang?" The Crown Prince's voice grew louder, as if trying to rouse Gu Zhixing's reason.
"Impossible!"
The prince's voice echoed in the night, sounding particularly jarring.
"Gu Zhixing, calm down! You're handing them leverage over your weaknesses!" The voice was pleading, as if trying to grasp at the last straw.
Gu Zhixing's temples throbbed, as if a heart were beating violently there.
He knew perfectly well what these bandits were up to; they wanted him on their bandit ship and wanted to get hold of his weaknesses.
But when he looked at Shen Jintang again and saw her lips, pale from blood loss, and the blood seeping from her neck, an unprecedented impulse almost broke through the cage of reason.
The young master impatiently brandished his knife, the blade gleaming coldly in the firelight: "What are you dawdling for? If you don't make a move soon, I'll send this girl to meet the King of Hell first!"
As he spoke, the blade moved even closer to the flesh around Shen Jintang's neck.
Shen Jintang bit her lower lip tightly, managing not to make a sound, but Gu Zhixing saw her eyelashes tremble violently from the pain.
Gu Zhixing's hand was pressed tightly on the hilt of the knife, his knuckles turned white, and his fingers trembled slightly from the force.
Killing the Crown Prince will lead to eternal damnation; not killing him will surely result in Shen Jintang's death.
This dilemma is like a dull knife, slowly sawing at his nerves.
He had never been so caught in a dilemma; fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and slid down his tense jawline.
His breathing became rapid, and his eyes were fixed on Shen Jintang, as if he could find the answer in her eyes.
The young master clearly saw through his struggle, and suddenly grinned, revealing a row of uneven, yellow teeth.
He deliberately provoked, "Lord Gu, what's there to hesitate about?"
"Kill the crown prince who is vying for the throne with you, and exchange that for the life of your beloved. Isn't that a worthwhile deal?"
Gu Zhixing stared at the drop of blood rolling into Shen Jintang's collar. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, as if something was stuck in his throat, making him almost suffocate.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment; the night wind howled, the firelight flickered, and everything became exceptionally quiet.
Gu Zhixing stood there, his shadow stretched long in the firelight, like a mountain about to collapse.
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