I'm competing with the male lead for a woman[GL]

Chapter 142: No, Your Highness, Jin'er won't die

Chu Shao stared at Xiao Jin, gazing for a long time.

In a certain moment, she suddenly felt that although this person in front of her was very close, in reality, they were incredibly distant.

Just like a figure in a painting hidden between the pages of a book, visible and touchable, yet something that couldn't be grasped.

Chu Shao realized this, but still raised her hand and wiped away the tears from the corner of Xiao Jin's eye.

As her fingers touched those few warm droplets, Chu Shao paused for a moment, as if she had been splashed by a spark.

However, soon Chu Shao returned to normal and smiled at Xiao Jin, asking, "Am I everything you see?"

"Yes."

"Am I the person you miss the most?"

"Yes."

"That's wonderful then."

Chu Shao smiled without reservation but didn't ask the question she wanted to ask the most.

Before everything had settled, she wouldn't overly reveal her greed in front of Xiao Jin.

After all, Chu Shao desired much, much more.

A moment, a day, a year, they were all too short.

What she wanted was forever.

Even though it seemed impossible, Chu Shao was willing to do whatever it takes to fight for that possibility.

So Chu Shao just cupped Xiao Jin's face and pressed her lips against the other's, gently parting them, entwining in a tender embrace within the stuffy tent.

Only when Xiao Jin grew tired and fell asleep on the bed did Chu Shao stand up, raise her hand to fasten her loose belt.

A smile still lingered on her lips, but her thoughts wandered elsewhere.

After a moment, Chu Shao walked out of the tent.

Before leaving, she glanced back at Xiao Jin.

Then she bent down and gently blew out the light on the desk.

The night was still long....

Crack—

The candle splattered flames, illuminating the figure standing at the entrance of the dark room.

The guards stationed in the prison cell were taken aback by Chu Shao's sudden appearance.

They quickly saluted, but their hearts were troubled.

General Ye had specifically instructed them to keep a close watch on the prison cell, not allowing even a fly inside.

Yet Chu Shao had hurriedly returned from Changfeng Weichang and was holding the jade ring that the prince always wore on his finger.

They respectfully led Chu Shao to the underground secret chamber, opened the prison door, and said, "Your Highness, it's right here."

"Thank you all."

Chu Shao took back the jade ring in her hand, smiled, and nodded.

Before the guards left, one of them found a match and lit the few remaining candles in the cell.

The wax slowly dripped down the candlesticks.

Bai Lidan's face, covered in bloodstains, appeared particularly distinct under the candlelight.

His already weak and wrinkled features seemed even older now.

It was as if the long-absent light had pained him, and it took him a while to open his eyes.