Qi Yue left the rest of her words unspoken, her gaze deep as she looked at Zhao Xiyan, staring into his seemingly bottomless eyes.
At this juncture, the paths the two of them could take were few.
One was to go all out, to walk to the end of the road, to step on the nagging and insisting people underneath their feet, to win this world.
The other was to maintain the status quo.
Originally, Zhao Xiyan had led troops to Donggao to bring her back.
But this act challenged the authority of the Beiyuan Court, tantamount to a direct confrontation.
Had it been anyone else, their entire family would have been executed long ago.
However, his fame was too great, and the Beiyuan Court, out of fear of his prowess, had been hesitant to define this incident.
Just yesterday, envoys from Beiyuan had even sent a letter of commendation.