Stirred by the cold and indifferent voice of the female lead, Su Yi snapped back to reality.
As she looked at the female lead's cold and ruthless face, feeling the coldness of the soft sword at her neck, she knew that if she didn't give the right answer, blood might be spilled right there, adding redder to this already vivid room.
"I... uh... I also wanted to ask you... who are you, and why are you in my room?"
"Your room?"
Ji Qingchi paused for a moment, then squinted her eyes and called out, "Wife—Master?"
The eldest daughter of the Su family isn't dead?
Tsk, she thought she would be lucky enough to become a widow right after getting married.
Su Yi swore she felt a death threat in that "Wife Master" call.
At the same time, a chill ran through her heart as she realized the female protagonist before her was the same "husband" Licorice had described, who could kill two tigers with her bare hands.
She had initially protested against her mother's choice of a burly, muscular man, but now that her "husband" had turned out to be a beautiful woman, she had an even stronger urge to jump into a river.
Even a burly muscleman would be better, at least they wouldn't hold a sword to her throat.
Her mother must really want her gone; where on earth did she find this poisonous flower?
Su Yi wanted to beat her chest and weep.
Unlike the usual innocent and delicate female leads in typical harem novels, the protagonist in this female-dominant harem novel was a ruthless person who could kill without hesitation. Later, after ascending the throne as the Empress, she mercilessly slaughtered her enemies. After destroying the enemy country, she ordered the massacre of countless people, turning the battlefield into a river of blood.
Recalling the scenes described in the book that had shocked her young mind, Su Yi silently took a deep breath, trying to put on a weak smile to appear harmless.
"Are you the husband my mother found for me? You look really good."
Perhaps she was just too weak, and killing her would be as easy as squashing an ant for Ji Qingchi, so she took back her sword and said, ''The wife is the beauty who deserves pity''
Based on the mask she was currently wearing, she was, at best, considered pretty. This Miss Su's compliments were hardly praiseworthy. Did she say this to every man she met?
Superficial, flirtatious, and slick-tongued!
However, the eldest lady from the Su family was indeed good-looking, possibly due to her frailty, making her seem even more deserving of affection than the legitimate great-grandson of the Pingyang Marquis.
Of course, she wasn't someone who admired beauty, and what might be excessively attractive to others was merely a curiosity for her. After all, appearance was superficial and not worth dwelling on.
Heh, just a moment ago, you had a sword at my neck, and you didn't seem to have much pity on me
Su Yi keenly noticed that after she praised her, the female lead seemed to have added a hint of... contempt in her gaze?
Huh? What's going on? Even if she's a weakling, that doesn't justify looking down on someone like this, does it?
Su Yi felt aggrieved.
But she valued her own life, so she wasn't foolish enough to confront the female lead head-on, and she didn't dare to inquire about the reasons for her contempt.
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