"If you dare disrespect me, your master, again, I have plenty of ways to deal with you!"
Only after Consort Ningrong had been beaten to tears, looking like a rain-soaked pear blossom, did Xiao Xie finally stop.
"This servant will never dare again, Master."
A concealed killing intent flashed through Ningrong's eyes as she gritted her teeth.
Ningrong wished she could tear Xiao Xie into ten thousand pieces, but his strength was too great. She had no confidence she could kill him in one stroke, so she could only pretend to submit for now. However, Ningrong was like a she-wolf feigning obedience—once she found an opportunity, she would definitely turn on Xiao Xie.
Xiao Xie naturally understood Ningrong's thoughts. After all, what he valued was precisely her ruthlessness. Besides, even if she wanted to turn on him, her master, she would need the ability to do so.
This damned bastard doesn't know how to treat a woman gently at all.
Ningrong could not help cursing inwardly.
"Don't wipe them away! This is best. Your husband just died, after all. If your son comes in later and sees that you don't look sad at all, as long as he isn't stupid, he'll definitely realize something is wrong."
Seeing Ningrong about to wipe the tear tracks from her face, Xiao Xie hurriedly reached out and stopped her.
When Ningrong was stopped by Xiao Xie, she thought he had some strange fetish. But upon hearing his words, she immediately understood.
Wanyan Zang had just died. As his son, Wanyan Zheng would surely come to Ningrong to ask what had happened. If he saw that she showed no sadness whatsoever, anyone would find it strange.
So he deliberately made me cry. But couldn't this bastard have just said so?
After hearing Xiao Xie's explanation,