"It's alright." Song Yanqing's voice was weak.
Ye Qichi looked at him.
Looking into his eyes, she saw that he actually had little desire to live.
For someone who was indifferent to death, appearance really didn't matter much anymore.
Ye Qichi didn't say much more, and stated bluntly, "As I said just now, the King wishes for your allegiance."
Song Yanqing shook his head and replied, "I appreciate the King's kindness, but I am well aware that I am a criminal subject and have no face to serve His Highness again."
"Whether you are a criminal or not is up to Xiao Jinxing alone, you are overthinking it."
"I simply no longer have the will to serve the court."
"So, you are intent on death?" Ye Qichi raised her eyebrows.
Song Yanqing chose to be silent.
Silence is acquiescence.
"Have you thought about your family?" Ye Qichi asked.
Song Yanqing's eyes flickered slightly.
Definitely.
Ye Qichi could pinpoint the other's vulnerability sharply, ready to exploit it.
