Silence.
Zhang Yue's eyes went wide, her entire body going rigid as she processed what he'd just said.
"Wh-what—?" Her voice came out strangled. "What did you—?"
Cang finally turned to face her fully, lowering his pointing finger but maintaining eye contact with those intense golden dragon eyes that seemed to see straight through her.
"I heard you're getting married," he said conversationally, as if they were discussing weather and not the fact that he'd just publicly fucked a woman into breakthrough. "To some Young Master Wei, correct?"
"How do you—?!" Yue's face flushed darker. "That's none of your—!!"
"Don't you need power?" he continued, voice gentle but pointed. "To protect yourself? To have a choice in your own future?"
His words hit like physical blows.
Because he was right.
