"What? You volunteered?"
Lingxing looked at her in disbelief, "Yao Guang, are you mad? You're sacrificing your entire life to..."
"I know! I'm not mad, I am fully aware of what I'm doing. I even know that for the rest of my life, I'll be trapped in that cage of the Imperial Palace."
Lingxing's words were cut off abruptly by Yao Guang.
Yao Guang stood up, the red candle cast a reddish glow on her face, but in Lingxing's eyes, Yao Guang seemed blurred and unreal. Yao Guang walked to the red candle, picked up the scissors beside it, trimmed the wick to make the candle flame burn brighter, "Lingxing, Miss's situation is unstable. Instead of having the leverage fall into others' hands, it's better that it falls into mine! Lingxing, do you remember when we first met Miss, the day she took us in?"
"I remember."
