The Artist’s Attempt to Stop Someone From Committing Murder

"You've gone crazy," Yujia whispered, drawing in a sharp breath. She didn't need to guess to know who Yufeng wanted to kill. Without letting go of Yufeng's arm, she continued, "Do you have any idea how ridiculous this idea is? You — you, armed with one small dagger — are trying to kill a member of the imperial family, in a camp full of soldiers that follow his every order?" 

Yufeng didn't relent. "I'm going to do it."

"You can't do it," Yujia insisted.

"How do you know?" Yufeng's eyebrow twitched upwards. "You don't know me."

Yujia admitted that she was a bit taken aback by the statement. She faltered for just a moment, her heart wincing, before ending up saying, "You and I, we've been through life and death together."

"Then consider it a favor, and let me go do what I need to do."

"I won't let you go send yourself to death's door—"