Chapter 212

To Yujie, the game of strategy had always been a battle of wits and deception, a bloodless slaughter. Yet, when it came to Jiang Yuchi, it felt as though a soft silk ribbon was brushing against his heart, creating an intermittent, phantom itch. Her every movement, every subtle sign of resistance, had initially reminded Yujie of a beautiful house cat toying with a mouse it had caught. A swat here, a release there—cruel actions performed with the most languid and indifferent demeanor. No master could ever bring themselves to scold such a creature; there was only a condescending sort of doting. Until, suddenly, Jiang Yuchi punctured the bubble. She had done it on purpose last night.