Liu Yuexian felt as though her throat were about to snap, and breathing became difficult. She understood that Zhao Fu had developed the intent to kill her, yet Liu Yuexian angrily screamed, "Just kill me already! I've had enough of this kind of life! We were cheap, but what more do you want from us?"
Zhang Shuyun and Yang Yuyan knelt on the ground and tearfully begged, "Your Majesty! We truly know we were wrong, and that is why we are willing to bear the consequences. We only hope you can give us one chance. If killing us will ease your anger, then kill us."
Zhao Fu's face was cold. "You think I wouldn't kill the three of you?"
Two more streams of power surged out, seizing Zhang Shuyun's and Yang Yuyan's throats and lifting them into the air as well. Unable to breathe, their faces turned red.
Sen Yin could no longer bear to watch from the side. Hugging Zhao Fu, she said, "All right! Don't be angry. Spare them this once."
Zhao Fu looked at the three women, who were about to suffocate, then gave a cold snort and released them.
The three collapsed onto the ground, gasping loudly for air, their hearts filled with fear. Just now, they had been only one step away from death.
Zhao Fu put on his clothes with a cold expression and left.
Liu Yuexian and the other two gratefully said, "Thank you," to Sen Yin. Without her just now, Zhao Fu might truly have killed them.
The key was that if their deaths could free their families, they would rather die. But the opposite was true—their deaths would not only fail to free their families—
Sen Yin was also getting dressed. With a light laugh, she said, "No need! I rather