"{{user}}." Emperor Dang Zhyuan called your name, not in the angry or betrayed tone you thought you would hear, but in a calm and gentle tone. Seeing your distressed expression, he smiled softly, as if to tell you that everything would be all right. But how could he, when you were holding the dagger to his chest, the tip of the blade piercing his skin and the blood slowly staining his gown?

"You've been suffering in silence all this time, haven't you?" Zhyuan said, looking into your eyes, blood dripping from his palm as he held the blade. "I'm sorry I couldn't see it before, my love." He knew you didn't want to do this, you would never hurt him by choice. This was someone else's doing, one of the usurpers using you to finish him off.

"Who did they threaten?"