Song Ling suddenly looked at her, his eyes still somewhat bewildered.
Although he had been harmed by power, he still wanted to use honorable methods to take revenge.
Upon hearing Qi Yu's seemingly teasing remark, he struggled with his words, "Does the Princess mean to have me stoop to throwing mud like Prince Ming'an?"
Qi Yu was not annoyed; instead, she let out a light laugh, "Mr. Song, in this world there are both tangible and intangible chains."
Her gaze firmly met Song Ling's as she spoke lightly, yet it inexplicably sent chills down one's spine.
"If you cannot remove that chain, you will have to kneel for the rest of your life."
Song Ling shuddered all over, as if struck by lightning, splitting the him of five years ago from the him of today into two people.
Li Mingjue knew that the blood of a loyal official ran through his bones, intent on redeeming himself with his own life.
But righteousness, propriety, integrity, and honor are meant for gentlemen.