"Emperor? Emperor!"
"Master, Master!"
Lin Sisi's sprightly and forceful voice still echoed in his ears.
Her form while wielding the sword still lingered before his eyes.
He even remembered the first time he saw Lin Sisi; she was playful like a little boy, suddenly running out to hug his legs, shouting at him before he reflexively kicked her away, causing her severe injuries.
She got up, neither crying nor fussing, merely flashing a toothy, foolish smile at him.
She had always wanted to be his disciple, to learn martial arts and military strategies from him to better herself.
He had given her sword manuals and military books, yet he had not started teaching her properly.
Su Yingxue refused to believe that Lin Sisi had died until she checked Lin Sisi's pulse, feeling her bones shattered and fragmented throughout her body, clenching her teeth with suppressed, stifled cries, "How could this happen? How could someone be tortured to the point of breaking all their bones!"
