His eyes were dark and deep, like a bottomless abyss.
The moment he saw Shen Ningning, disappointment seemed to flash across his eyes.
"Shen Ningning, do you have any idea who this is? He's the son of the enemy responsible for my mother's death."
Before the little one could speak, the mad scholar raised his head, blood flecking the corners of his mouth.
His face was pale, but his expression was fearless. "She doesn't know!"
"I concealed my identity and feigned madness. No one knows who I am. It's not just Shen Ningning; the entirety of Xiangyun Village is innocent."
"If Your Highness the Crown Prince wishes to kill me, then so be it. I no longer have any attachment to this world. I live each day like a walking corpse. Death means little to me, but I beg you not to vent your anger on others."
Mo Lingwei drew his longsword and pressed it against his neck. "Do you think I wouldn't dare?"
