He looked at Ya Shitian, "Dare to drink?"
Ya Shitian sneered, "What if I drink myself to death?"
"So you're still afraid of dying?" Lude mocked.
Ya Shitian laughed heartily, "I'm just afraid that if I die, my wife will be heartbroken."
"If you have the skill, you won't die. If you don't, I could send you to meet God right now."
Lude then turned to Ye Anqi, "As for you, I have ways to make you forget everything."
Ye Anqi's expression suddenly turned sour.
She believed he had the ability.
"Duke Lude, why can't you let us go? The grudges of the previous generation shouldn't be ours to bear." Ye Anqi tried to persuade him, "I know you despise our love, and we are willing to live ordinary lives. Why can't you let us fend for ourselves?"
Lude's eyes instantly became frighteningly dark and ominous.
His voice seemed to come from a dark hell, "Because my hatred needs someone to bear it."
Ye Anqi and Ya Shitian both felt a chill.
