Lord Yue?!
The hands pinning Yan Zheyun down disappeared immediately, as did the sword that had left a thin cut across his neck. He couldn't see the wound for himself but could feel it stinging and when he brought his hand up to the skin there, his fingers came away red.
"This subject deserves death!"
Behind him, the Yulin Army guards that had hindered him at the gate fell to their knees along with the rest of their colleagues who had joined them in the chase. He didn't need to turn to know that the one who had compared him to a whore earlier on was probably shaking in terror now.
Good. Yan Zheyun wasn't going to fault any of them for doing their duty, not even if their loyalties lay with the grand protector. But some things shouldn't be forgiven.
This grudge had been formed.
