When the Crown Prince died, Yun Hai Lan also reached her doom.
Once a Peerless Woman, she was now terrified beyond measure. Never before had the shadow of death hung so tangibly over her.
Seeing the killing intent in Yang Qi's eyes, her mental defenses completely collapsed. No longer caring about dignity or restraint, she shrieked and cried.
"Yang Qi, don't kill me! Please, don't kill me! I... I'm willing to be your woman! I'm willing to be your woman! From now on, I'll be loyal to you alone and never betray you again! I'll do anything! Spare my life!"
Her words were incoherent, tears and snot streaming down her face as she tried to trade this most humiliating plea for a sliver of survival.
Her former pride, schemes, and viciousness all vanished before the terror of death.
Yet her words were like the fiercest oil poured onto the flames of hatred in Yang Qi's heart.
"Be my woman?"
Yang Qi's voice was hoarse and cold, filled with extreme mockery and disgust. "Yun Hai Lan, do you deserve that? Your body and soul have long since become utterly filthy! Even if I, Yang Qi, were doomed to loneliness for the rest of my life, I would never touch you in the slightest."
Before his words had even faded, Yang Qi's figure flickered like a ghost and appeared instantly before Yun Hai Lan. The index finger of his right hand gleamed with an intensely condensed dark-golden light. Without the slightest hesitation, he stabbed it like lightning at the center of Yun Hai Lan's brow.
"Pfft!"
A faint yet heart-chilling muffled sound rang out.
That dark-golden finger force easily pierced Yun Hai Lan's forehead and drove straight into the deepest part of her sea of consciousness.
"Ahhh!!!"
Yun Hai Lan let out