Kidnapping?
When these two words suddenly invaded his mind, Zhao Junyao felt like a needle pierced his heart.
Holding the phone, he didn't know what to do.
Gradually, his face turned ashen, his chest ached dully, as if someone was striking his heart with a hundred-pound hammer.
He was angry, so angry that flames burned high in his chest, almost consuming him.
He was furious, the blue veins on his forehead bulged and throbbed.
His heart ached terribly, a feeling beyond words.
He also felt suffocated.
If only this were the Great Chu Dynasty.
He could mobilize all his forces to find her.
He could make those who bullied her pay an unprecedented price.
He could kill them, their entire families, even exterminate their clans, and beyond.
In short.
By whatever means necessary, he would make those people regret it.
He would make them regret touching his woman, he would make them understand the consequences.
But alas!
It is not the Great Chu Dynasty now.
Nor is he the Emperor.
