Yu Wenxu's gaze was deep and distant.
He remained silent.
Liang Yue held a handkerchief to her face and smiled briefly.
The next instant, her expression turned ferocious.
"Yu Wenxu, you dare to stage a coup and imprison my Father Emperor, all for this woman? Are you not afraid of becoming a laughingstock to the world?"
Yu Wenxu's lips were tightly pressed. After a long while, he finally spoke.
"Let her go."
Liang Yue snorted coldly.
"Let her go?"
She spoke slowly,
"You must hate me immensely. Likely, I won't be able to leave this mansion alive either. The Netherworld Road is lonely; I must find someone to accompany me."
As she spoke, she pushed the dagger a bit further.
It sliced open the skin on Su Yan's neck.
Instantly, bright red blood flowed down her neck.
Yu Wenxu's gaze narrowed, his lips pressed even tighter.
"Release her, and you can leave."
Liang Yue's laugh grew more triumphant.
