Song Qingshu was greatly startled and hurriedly withdrew the Heavenly Sword, glaring at Zhao Min in shock and anger. "Are you insane?"
Zhao Min turned her head away and replied coldly, "I'm not as afraid of death as the Xuanming Elders. You'd better give up on the idea of threatening me with death."
"So you'd rather die than submit, is that it?" Even now, Song Qingshu still felt lingering fear. Fortunately, he had reached the point of perfect control over his sword; otherwise, if he had been even the slightest bit slower, Zhao Min might have perished.
Yet Zhao Min showed not the slightest joy. Instead, she said blandly, "I've already been given the Three Corpses Godly Brain Pill. You can't control me with drugs. Rather than let you use the Soul Transfer technique on me, I'd rather die."
Song Qingshu knew she was telling the truth. She was not the sort of person who would abandon her principles just to stay alive. Otherwise, after being given Murong Jingyue's Three Corpses Godly Brain Pill, she should have obeyed him in everything.
Seeing her resolute expression, Song Qingshu gave a wry smile. "Who said I wanted to use the Soul Transfer technique on you?" He had indeed considered controlling Zhao Min with it, but quickly rejected the thought. If he did that, Zhao Min would no longer be the scheming, fox-clever enchantress he knew.
Zhao Min froze. "Then how do you plan to control me?"
Song Qingshu said gloomily, "I haven't figured that out either. I've long heard that the County Princess is resourceful and brilliant. Could you perhaps offer me some advice?"
The corners of Zhao Min's lips curved upward, gradually blooming into a dazzling smile. "Since this County Princess is so resourceful, why would I give you advice on