"I'll give you one last chance. Tell me the truth, what were you planning with Jindi when you took her out?"
"I didn't take her." Qian Xiaoqing thought to herself, I'm just not going to admit it. What can you do to me?
That's just how people with no sense are. They think being unreasonable means others can't do anything to them.
But she forgot about Yang Chuxia—known as a fierce woman—who will use any means necessary to find out what she wants to know.
"Not going to talk?" Yang Chuxia raised an eyebrow, glanced at her, and without saying another word, bent down to pull a dagger from her deerskin boots, and yanked Qian Xiaoqing in front of her. "You know, just seeing your face annoys me. Back in the day, you relied on this face of yours, so your ambitions soared sky-high."
Then the dagger tip stabbed in.
"Ah!" A piercing scream erupted in the courtyard, sending chills down everyone's spine present.
