Shang Ruyi's gaze slowly fell, looking at the long sword lying between the two of them.
Sword Dance.
It was because of the sword dance she performed today.
She danced gracefully in the hall of the Qi County government, using the opportunity to seal the throat of the Western Turks envoy Cha Ci with a sword, killing him. Afterwards, everyone around looked at her with concern. She knew it was because of her dazed expression and overly pale face. Everyone thought she was shocked by the act of killing someone with her own hands, and terrified by the tragic scene before Cha Ci's death.
Only she knew it wasn't so.
Because it wasn't the first time she had seen a sharp blade cut open someone's throat at such a close distance, witnessing blood spray into a mist right in front of her.
She was dazed only because she saw another person in that blood mist.
