Bab 530: Can We Negotiate?

Li Xueyue did not mean to stay behind and watch. Blood and gore was not her thing. But she remained rooted to the ground, even as Marquis Qin struggled to lift the knife to his stomach. What was left of his hands struggled hard to grasp the dagger. 

Eventually, he found the courage to point it towards his stomach. She did not need to figure out why. Anything was better than being cruelly tortured by the aloof Crown Prince. The ghosts lingering in this room were a testament to his brutality.

Li Xueyue's lips curled into a smile. Marquis Qin had pointed the dagger at his stomach, attempting to stab it. Except, the knife did not go through. It was because she had broken the sharp end of the knife and pulled it out.

"W-wh-what—"

Li Xueyue glanced down in time to see the knife slipping out of the Marquis's hand. He was visibly shaken up after preparing to kill himself. 

"Useless even until the very end."

Marquis Qin's head snapped up. "P-Princess—"