Cuiwei pushed the little palace maid aside and walked straight forward two steps, her eyes fixed on the wound on his abdomen, sneering coldly, "You killed my brother, killed my lover, caused a rift between me and my mother for so many years. Consider today's stab as the end! When you get down there and see my brother and Mingwei, let them take care of the remaining grievances themselves!"
Take care of them themselves?
Haha, haha.
Su Tianyou laughed loudly, heedlessly pulling the dagger out of his abdomen, and with his blood-soaked hand, he grasped the blade and handed the handle to Cuiwei.
"Weier, since you want me dead, I have no complaints or regrets. I love you. Whatever you wish, I shall do. If dying by your hand can free you from all this, I'm willing."
