“Good sir, spare my life! I don't have anything. If you want money, there's a rich guy next door: Prince Lanrong is rolling in it.” Chu Qingwu shamelessly sells out Lanrong and Wenxiu. That stingy Lanrong has plenty of money, she tells herself, making excuses without the slightest guilt.
The man frowns at her craven expression. He never expected Chu Qingwu to be such a coward.
Scene Two
“Be sensible and fill this bottle with your blood.” A man tosses a bottle over.
Chu Qingwu catches it, looking utterly bewildered. Why are all the weirdos she meets lately such freaks? Maybe she should go pray at a temple. She silently scoffs, but is so terrified that she stammers, “Good sir, Prince Lanrong next door has much better blood. The real deal. Why not go get some from him? I'm worthless.”
Damn it, is there something wrong with Chu Qingwu's brain? She's sold him out again, after he went out of his way to save her. “Enough nonsense.” The man knocks her out, then takes a small knife and makes a tiny cut on her finger.
The first time, he was suspicious. The second time, he was already deeply in love.
