Anger flushes across Lucyâs face. âNangong Pingyue, youâre humiliating me!â
Nangong Pingyue raises an eyebrow. âIf you say that, youâre wronging me. Iâve treated this barbarian with fine wine and exquisite dishes. I even lowered myself to apologize to him. Now Iâm presenting my favorite show. Havenât I done enough? How could this be humiliating to him? As for humiliating you, I wouldnât dare!â
Then, raising his head, Nangong Pingyue addresses Henwell. âGo ahead! Unlock the chains on both sides yourself, Lord Henwell, and give everyone the best show!â
Henwell toys with the wine cup from earlier. âWhat if I say no? What will you do? Smash the cup as a signal, summon the executioners, and have me killed right here?â
Nangong Pingyue smiles darkly. âItâs not that complicated. Youâre already as good as dead. Those three cups of wine werenât poisoned individually, but drinking them all together forms a deadly poison. The prince told me to hold back, or you wouldnât have even made it into this banquet hall!â
âNow Iâm giving you a chance, a chance to live and be our dog. Go unlock the cage chains! Then youâll survive and maybe even become our loyal hound.â
âDonât see this as humiliation. You have no idea how many people want to serve us as dogs, but we look down on them! For a foreign barbarian like you to get this chance is a blessing from a past life!â
Lucy raises her hand, drawing the soft sword at her waist. Qi surges through the blade, which begins to emit swirling sword energy.
With a light flick, two slashes of sword energy shoot straight at Nangong Pingyue.
But someone blocks them, Nangong He himself.
Though Nangong He stops the sword energy, he staggers back several steps, clearly weaker than Lucy.
Guards nearby move to intervene, but Nangong He stops them. âDo not harm Lucy!â
Lucy glares at Nangong He. âThat scoundrel is so arrogant! I told you working with him would bring disaster. Why are you stopping me?â
Nangong He frowns. âLucy, what are you doing? Youâre crazy to draw your sword against Pingyue for some foreign barbarian!â
Lucyâs eyes widen. âYou knew about this? This was your plan all along? You deliberately lured Henwell here?â
Nangong He doesnât answer. Instead, he looks at Henwell. âQin Yu, or rather, Henwell, youâre a smart man and must understand the situation now. I said before, I appreciate talent. Missing out on you was a regret. Now I invite you again to join us. Then weâll be on the same boat, and Pingyue wonât trouble you anymore.â
Henwell ignores Nangong He and turns to the stunned Lucy. âIsnât this a thrilling show?â
Tears stream down Lucyâs face. âHenwell, Iâm sorry. I really didnât know!â
Henwell waves his hand. âThat doesnât matter anymore. What matters is whatâs happening now. Donât you agree?â
Wiping her tears away, Lucy raises her soft sword. âGive me the antidote! Or elseâŠâ
Nangong He frowns. âOr else what? Youâre going to kill me?â
Tears well up again as Lucy flips the swordâs blade and presses it against her own neck. âOr else, Iâll give Henwell my life!â
Nangong Heâs face flushes red. âFor a barbarian, youâre willing to go this far? And you say nothing happened between you two!â
Nangong Pingyue sneers. âYour Highness, that kind of broken flower is not worth keeping. After the big plan succeeds, she wonât even be allowed in the palace!â
âShut up!â
Nangong He slaps Nangong Pingyue hard, sending him sprawling to the ground. âIf you insult Lucy again, Iâll break your legs!â
Then Nangong He turns to Lucy. âI believe thereâs nothing between you and him. I spoke harshly before. Lucy, come here! I can spare him, but he must submit to me. This barbarian keeps ruining my plans. I havenât killed him only because of you. Now he must choose. No matter whoâs backing him, I wonât tolerate him sabotaging my affairs!â
Lucyâs expression is mournful. Sheâs not saving Henwell, sheâs saving Nangong He.
Whether Henwell lives or dies tonight, Nangong He will surely die afterward.
She knows several other extraordinary heroes like Henwell are watching everything in the capital from the shadows.
Maybe right now, theyâre watching this performance unfold from the rooftops.
Just as her mind swirls with confusion, Henwell stands up and pushes aside the soft sword Lucy had pressed to her neck.
âIâve said it before, heâs no good, not someone you should entrust your life to. Honestly, weâre all baffled. How could you fall for such trash? Is it really the âgood girl loves bad boyâ clichĂ©? Damn, that law works across the world too?â
Though Nangong He doesnât fully get the reference, he can tell Henwell is mocking him.
His face turns cold. âLooks like Lord Henwell doesnât know his place. Youâve only been in our Eastern lands a short time. Youâve never heard that a real man knows when to yield and when to stand firm. Nor have you learned that a wise bird chooses the right tree to rest in.â
With that, Nangong He waves his hand. âKill him. But donât let Lucy get hurt.â
Nangong Pingyue flashes a cruel smile. âBrother, donât worry. I know exactly what to do.â
Henwell raises a hand to stop him. âWait!â
A look of enjoyment spreads over Nangong Pingyueâs face. âWhatâs this? Suddenly scared? Realizing itâs not easy being a tough guy? But now that youâre ready to submit, thereâs an extra condition, you have to kneel and admit youâre wrong.â
Henwell shrugs. âNo matter how I submit or admit fault, it wonât help. You never planned to let me go today. Whether I shattered half your beastly teeth or Nangong Heâs jealous face, itâs all destined that I wonât leave alive.â
Nangong Pingyue grins, revealing gold teeth. âYouâre right, you must die today. The only difference is how. Since your mouthâs so foul, Iâm going to enjoy torturing you. How about letting wolves tear you apart bit by bit? Or scraping you clean piece by piece?â
Henwell replies calmly, âThat doesnât matter. What I want to know is under what pretext you plan to kill me. Iâm still an official of this court. Not only can you not kill me without cause, but even Nangong He, a prince, canât just kill a government official on his own.â
âEveryone knows I came here for the banquet, and everyone knows we have conflicts. If I die here today, no matter how, you wonât escape responsibility. What, are you going to have your father give up more troops to buy your worthless life?â
Nangong Pingyue sneers. âWe are royalty. All officials are our servants. Whatever we say is law. Youâre just a foreign barbarian. Even if we kill you, what difference will it make?â
âBesides, we have a reason ready. Say you went mad from drinking and assaulted the eldest legitimate daughter of the Minister of Revenue. Then we kill you on the spot. Who will the world believe, the royal nobles or a dead barbarian?â