These past few days, Yun Jiao had seen the way Wanyan Zhang issued orders to his soldiers—utterly stern, never cracking a smile, like some emotionless robot.
A prince who commanded over a hundred thousand troops, second only to one person in all of Jin Country, yet toward her he was attentive in every possible way, caring for her meticulously, as if he were deeply in love. Yun Jiao felt this couldn't be explained by a single act of saving his life; there had to be some other reason.
Wanyan Zhang turned his head and looked at her deeply. "It's not because you saved me. That was only the chance that let us meet."
"Because, in our last life, you owed me a life. You promised you'd pay it back to me in this one."
Yun Jiao felt that Wanyan Zhang was speaking with utter seriousness, as if it were actually true.
She couldn't help finding it funny. "I think you've got it backwards. If I owe you a life, then I should be the one treating you well. That's the only way to pay off my debt."
