Mo fell to one knee, practically weeping with gratitude. "Martial Uncle Lin, your sacrifice will be recorded in the annals of the shadow guard! You are truly a hero of the realm!"
"However," Ji'an raised a finger, halting his praise. Her grin widened into a predatory, shark-like crescent. "A single young master wandering the woods is suspicious. It lacks the... dramatic tragedy required to truly pique a predator's interest. A high-value target requires a matching set."
Ji'an slowly pointed her spatula directly at Xiao Yichen.
"I have a condition," Ji'an declared, her voice echoing through the muddy clearing. "I will wear the cuffs. I will play the bait. But I am taking my 'sister' with me."
The clearing went dead silent.
Commander Mo blinked. He looked at Ji'an's spatula. He followed the trajectory of the weapon, his eyes landing on the. at first. it came as a shock. Imperial Second Prince.
