An Su's soul had already reached Saint High Rank; he could withstand the pressure of a Demigod Prince.
But Luoja was different, she was not a Saint.
An Su could feel the trembling and disorder of the breath beside him, that green sweetness gradually being covered by the scent of blood, An Su did not know the specifics of Luoja's situation, but he understood that it was difficult for her, that breath was like a trembling violin string.
A girl from the borderlands, unable to contend with the immense royal authority.
She was an orphan, she had neither a demigod uncle nor a family wealthy enough to rival countries, she was not like An Su, who could hold up, who could bear the pressure of the Royal Family, who could endure the Royal Family's retaliation.
Giving up was the best choice, the Eldest Prince had already given her a chance, just choose to give up, continue to obey, continue to understand the rules, continue to be a good child, she had no obligation to persist.