"I will kill you with my own hands."
Mo Shu faced his voracious gaze, her complexion growing ever paler, and the fog in her eyes that had hazed due to the wrist pain seemed to dissipate at this moment.
Ji Nan, hearing Yu Siqiao's words, cried out in pain, "Our Princess didn't even have..."
"Ji Nan," Mo Shu interrupted her, suddenly curving her lips slightly, and looking at Yu Siqiao, she said, "Then I'll find an opportunity to try, to see whether it's easier for me to kill her or for you to kill me."
Yu Siqiao's eyes turned even more ferocious, about to say something, when he suddenly heard Ji Nan shouting, "She's still carrying your child, do you really want to cause the Princess to miscarry for a woman of no importance!"
Only then did Yu Siqiao realize that Mo Shu's face was looking somewhat off.
However, although Mo Shu's face was somewhat pale, her eyes were extraordinarily clear, as if devoid of sorrow or joy, desire or want.
