"Your Highness, you must make a decision quickly, after all, I don't have that much patience."
The young master looked at Gu Zhixing, and a sinister smile slowly spread across his lips, a smile that carried a hint of cruelty and disdain.
His rough fingers rubbed back and forth on the dagger at his waist, its cold gleam flashing in the moonlight, as if foreshadowing impending danger.
The bandits behind him, understanding his intentions, surrounded him, their faces showing schadenfreude, their laughter shattering the stillness of the night.
“However, if you ask me,” the young master suddenly leaned close to Shen Jintang’s ear, deliberately raising his voice with a chilling frivolity, “in his heart, you still can’t compare to his reputation.”
He suddenly grabbed Shen Jintang's hair and pulled it back forcefully, forcing her to raise her head.
Shen Jintang's hair was disheveled in the night wind, yet she still maintained a stubborn calmness.
"Your Highness, I'm giving you one last chance. I'll count to ten. If you still can't make a decision, I'll make it for you!"
The young master's voice echoed in the night sky, and everything around seemed to stand still, leaving only the countdown, each note more piercing than the last.
"Ten, nine, eight..."
Shen Jintang was forced to look up, but at that moment she met Gu Zhixing's eyes.
The moonlight, like water, shone on his face, reflecting his deep eyes.
Her pupils appeared exceptionally deep and strikingly black in the moonlight, containing neither fear nor pleading, but only a kind of almost cold-blooded clarity.
However, the moment she saw Gu Zhixing struggling with his decision, her heart suddenly trembled.
The night wind ruffled Gu Zhixing's hair, making it somewhat disheveled and giving him a disheveled appearance.
But the emotions surging in his eyes stunned her.
It was filled with barely suppressed anxiety and worry, and even a hint of something she had never seen in anyone else's eyes—heartache.
It's unbelievable that one day, someone would actually feel sorry for her?
From childhood to adulthood, she has always been shrewd and calculating, and used to understanding everyone's thoughts perfectly. But at this moment, she felt somewhat lost.
Why is Gu Zhixing so worried about her?
She always felt that their relationship was more about power and lust, so why did he lose his composure like this for her?
The night breeze brushed against his cheeks, but his eyes remained exceptionally clear.
Shen Jintang suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, as if something was gently prying at the high wall she had built, reaching deep into her heart.
Over the years, she had long been used to being alone and keeping everyone at a distance. But at this moment, Gu Zhixing stubbornly barged in, making her truly feel for the first time that there really was someone who cared about her safety.
"Five, four, three..."
The young master's countdown was jarring, like a dull knife slowly scraping against bone, each sound sending chills down one's spine.
Shen Jintang's breathing was slightly rapid, but her eyes grew increasingly calm, like a beast gazing at its prey in the dark, waiting for the right moment.
Just as she counted to "two," a cold smile suddenly appeared on Shen Jintang's lips.
"Aren't you smug?"
The smile came so abruptly, like a mockery crawling out of hell, that even the young master was stunned, his arrogant expression instantly freezing on his face.
The surrounding bandits were stunned; their laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a deathly silence.
She spoke, her voice as soft as a falling leaf, yet it sounded exceptionally clear in the silent night air, as if carrying a captivating power that made the hairs on everyone's heads stand on end.
She tilted her head slightly, staring directly at the young master. The ruthlessness in her eyes was like an ice blade, making those around her feel a chill to the bone. "Do you really think you can succeed like this?"
The young master did not understand what Shen Jintang meant by those words.
She's in their hands now, so isn't Gu Zhixing completely under their control?
What can't be accomplished?
But before he could say anything, Shen Jintang moved.
Her movements were lightning fast. Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was stunned, she suddenly grabbed the bandit's wrist behind her and, with an almost resolute ruthlessness, plunged the blade into her own abdomen.
The angle was extremely tricky; the blade first pierced through the least fatal part of her side abdomen, and then, using the momentum, continued to pierce the heart of the bandit behind her.
"Pfft!"
The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was particularly jarring in the silent night.
Shen Jintang groaned, but used his body weight to push himself backward.
The knife tip pierced half an inch from her back and then plunged into the chest cavity of the bandit behind her.
The bandit stared wide-eyed, looking down in disbelief at the knife tip embedded in his chest. He made a "hoarse" sound in his throat as his body slowly fell backward, blood gushing out like a fountain, staining the ground beneath him red.
This series of movements was fluid and seamless, as if Shen Jintang had rehearsed it a thousand times in his mind, with every detail being precise and flawless.
Her body trembled slightly, and blood kept seeping from the wound on her side, staining her clothes red, but her eyes remained firm, without the slightest hesitation.
"Shen Jintang!"
Gu Zhixing's voice rang out at this moment, filled with an uncontrollable panic and worry.
He immediately realized what was happening and ran towards Shen Jintang's direction.
The young master stared wide-eyed at the hilt of the knife stuck in Shen Jintang's abdomen, and for a moment he forgot to move.
His face was filled with shock and disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.
"Quickly, catch them..."
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