"Y-you actually dared hit me?" Empress Yazi's voice had lost its previous arrogant edge and was now slightly trembling; fear surfaced in her eyes—she'd been scared stupid by the killing intent in Bai Ruozhu's movements.
She was just an imperial consort raised in the deep Palace, with no Martial Arts at all; Bai Ruozhu could kill her with a casual move.
And right now Bai Ruozhu had a faint smile on her face, but the smile never reached her eyes; her gaze looked at her the way one looks at a dead person, mocking her for being impossibly stupid.
Empress Yazi herself didn't even know why she suddenly got scared; that terror surged up from her heart, making her involuntarily retreat two steps.
Suddenly, Bai Ruozhu stretched out a hand and clamped it around her neck; Empress Yazi instantly felt it hard to breathe, that hand on her throat squeezing as if it was going to snap her neck.
