Shang Ruyi's brows knit together, but the next moment she let out a cold laugh. "You can't kill him."
"Oh?"
"Before he rescues me, he won't die either."
Though she said this very calmly, in Xiao Yuansui's ears it sounded like a knife scraping across his eardrums, and on its way it jabbed into his heart. He drew in another deep breath, then sneered. "But last night, he almost died."
Shang Ruyi's expression darkened.
Last night, when she heard someone outside shouting "Yu Wenye fell into the trap," and someone else waving a blood-stained spear back and forth outside the main tent, saying Yu Wenye had already been cut down—at that moment her liver and gall were torn, and she nearly blacked out on the spot.
But just before losing consciousness, she still forced herself to calm down.
