Fanli doesn’t even look up. “I regret it now.” Luyi stills. “What?” “I regret it,” Fanli repeats, his voice rusty with disuse. “I should never have trained her. I should never have let her go to the Wu.” “But—she saved the kingdom,” Luyi says. “She saved us all. She will go down in history as a hero.” Slowly, Fanli lifts his gaze. His face is hollow, haunted, his eyes black as the darkest night. Luyi flinches. “And who was there to save her?” Fanli rasps.
