Chapter Fifty-One: Repaying the Father's Debt
The White Emperor had been struggling to explain the reasons behind the situation, but after hearing Zisang's words, he ultimately gave up. His hand, suspended in the air, fell weakly.
"I never expected you to hate me so much. If you want to avenge your father, then come! I won't fight back," he said, spreading open his chest and closing his eyes as if to show indifference, unwilling to offer any further explanations.
The deep blue eyes were now ablaze with anger, cursing countless times in his heart, "hypocrite". He was the one who had killed, yet now he put on this pitiful appearance. Ridiculous! Truly ridiculous!
But if he had shown even a bit of mercy to my father back then, none of this would have happened today.
The hand holding the dagger tightened, and the blue flames within her surged once again...
The deep blue pupils flashed with blue light, and in the next moment, there was a pause in her figure, and then the cold light appeared before her chest...
Blood splattered, warm and viscous liquid splashed onto the fair face.
"Danjun!"
Danjun, who suddenly appeared, blocked the blow for the White Emperor...
Danjun gripped Zisang's hand back, but as soon as she spoke, she coughed up blood, but even so, she continued with pain in her voice.
"Zisang... Sister, I... I heard what you said just now, although I don't know... what exactly happened between you..."
"But... but... Father killed someone. It's his fault, his debt to you... I'll repay it... please, don't hurt my father... Zisang... Sister."
Zisang was also stunned by this situation; she had never intended to hurt Danjun, really!
"Why... why does it have to be like this..." Her voice trembled, and even the hand holding the knife trembled uncontrollably.
"Swoosh", the dagger embedded in her body was suddenly pulled out without warning, and her fair cheeks and deep blue skirt were dyed crimson with blood.
The blood was scorching, but her heart was growing colder and colder, bit by bit...
She couldn't remember what happened afterwards...
When Nan Xianyi turned around, Zisang was already standing behind him.
She stood stiff as a tree, her hands clenched into fists, tears blurred her face, making her look even paler and weaker.
With tears in her eyes, she looked at him, and it took a long time for her to weakly say, "I listened to you. I didn't kill him."
Seeing her like this, Nan Xianyi felt a pang of heartache and hugged her tightly.
Zisang pressed her face against Nan Xianyi's chest, not leaving a gap, as if she wanted to suffocate herself.
A warm stream flowed through his clothes and soaked his chest.
He knew she was still crying, but he didn't try to stop her. He just held her tighter, as if afraid she would run away...
It was unclear how long it took before Zisang left his embrace.
Nan Xianyi took her hand, and his fingertips were already soaked with blood, dropping from the gaps between his fingers.
The nails of the fox clan were the sharpest, and they were the weapons of the fox clan warriors on the battlefield.
How much pain must she be in to stab herself like this? She loved her father very much, and making her give up revenge was even harder than killing her.
But she did it, and maybe she would never forgive herself for the rest of her life.
He knew it was cruel to her, but would everything be better if she killed the White Emperor?
No, it wouldn't. She would only feel guilty, and she would live with guilt towards Danjun for the rest of her life.