Chen Ruobai's face, as enchanting as a thousand-year-old white fox, still revealed no emotion.
But Rong Sheng could feel that Chen Ruobai treated her differently now; a sudden change in the plan must mean something had happened.
Yet, without any martial arts skills, Rong Sheng was powerless to stop Chen Ruobai and Xin Yi from leaving.
After they had left, Rong Sheng was nearly killed.
It looked like some men from Qiongzhou City who had been abused for a long time, but they wielded knives and axes as though they were controlled by someone.
The silver needles and sleeping draught in Rong Sheng's hand were completely ineffective, and as she was cornered up against a wall, three men slashed their knives at her. She trembled and then closed her eyes.
This was her way of welcoming death.
Calm and resigned.
With no strength left to resist, there was no point in struggling.
