Ahya pulled the corners of her mouth and locked eyes with Xie Jie, not budging.

Xie Jie's movements gave a beat, enraged by her hedgehog-like posture, blood creeping into his eyes.

He forced out a dumb laugh almost from the bottom of his throat, and his voice was full of hostility: "So tough, Ahya, are you ready to die?"

"Men!" His face was so black and sullen that he almost roared, "Drag that traitorous Northern Rong spy who poisoned the palace ...