The man lay on the ground, beaten, his face bruised and filled with shock. Even with the gun pointed at his head, he didn't speak.
Xia Yuqing narrowed her eyes, her finger steady on the trigger. "I won't ask again," she said coldly. "Why did you try to kill Lu Jinchen?"
The man clenched his jaw, his lips tight. It was clear from his eyes that he would not answer her. Xia Yuqing sneered and pressed the trigger. The message was clear. If he won't answer, she will kill him.
The man flinched and gritted his teeth. Then, slowly, he spoke. "Because he dared touch what was never his."
Xia Yuqing froze. Her hand trembled slightly, but her grip on the gun tightened. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice quiet but sharp.
The man sneered, glancing at her with a strange look. "You know exactly what I mean."
Her eyes turned cold. "Are you the Emperor's man?"
The man shook his head slowly, lips still curled in a mocking smile.
