For a moment, the entire area fell silent.
The soldier holding the sword stared at the man standing before Bai Ming Rui, his expression frozen in disbelief.
He had put all his strength into that strike, intending to end her life with a single blow.
Yet the man had stopped his sword with nothing more than two fingers.
It was as though the blade had struck an immovable mountain.
"W-What…"
The soldier's face paled.
He tried to pull his sword back, but it remained firmly trapped between the young man's fingers.
No matter how hard he pulled, the blade wouldn't budge.
Li Feng glanced at him.
"To think a soldier of the dynasty would dare to point his sword at the First Prince's mother… How disgraceful."
His voice was neither loud nor threatening, yet every word carried a quiet disdain.
If anything, he sounded mildly impatient, as though the soldier had interrupted him over something trivial.
Li Feng had already listened long enough to understand what had happened.
