"Even if you regret the things that you did now, it makes no difference. Both you and Gu Zhenyang have to pay for the things that you have done." Nalan Yan's eyes were cold and piercing, her face was indifferent.
The same for Gu Zhenyang. If Nalan Yan forgave him, what about the warriors and the civilians who had lost their lives?
If Nalan Yan let go of them, how could she confront the warriors in the underworld when she died?
Hearing this, Liu Rong's body slumped to the floor. Her face was drained of color, the corners of her lips curved into a sneer.
"I don't want to see them! Take them out and penalize them accordingly. Just let the public do whatever they want to them." Nalan Yan swung her hand, her face was cold and nonchalant.
Liu Rong did not utter a word and allowed the guard to take her out.
