A Good Slave Is a Concubine

She was silent. He drew his sword out of its sheath and pointed at the man who was placing the chess pieces in front of him: "Wanxiang has nothing to ask for in this life, and is willing to follow the prince. If you drive me away again, I will..." He raised his eyes, holding the chess pieces tightly in his hands as if he heard the sound of horse hooves outside the courtyard: "If you don't leave, it will be too late." "If it's too late, it's too late. If we survive today, we will sleep together when we are alive, and when we die, we will share the same hole."