Si Mingjing hesitated, wanting to speak but then stopped herself. "Your Majesty, I dare not say."
The King of Gendaya was in no mood to entertain her beating around the bush. He scolded her harshly, "Speak now! Otherwise, I'll chop you into mincemeat!"
Si Mingjing, terrified and intimidated by the king's authority, stammered, "It requires the flesh of a close relative as a medicinal guide."
What a deep trap! The King of Gendaya glared at Si Mingjing, grinding his teeth. "Si Mingjing, what exactly are you trying to do?"
Si Mingjing's voice was steady and unhurried, not caring in the slightest whether the King of Gendaya saw through her deadly intentions.
