"In the great hall, in front of all the officials, Chu Qianli demanded a dissolution of the engagement and abandoned you! Do you truly not care about any of this?"
"Is your dignity as a Prince really so unimportant to you?"
Chu Huaiyu, standing at the edge of the cliff, shouted hoarsely.
But Feng Yexuan remained unmoved, "Release her, and I will spare your life."
"She is just a maid!" Chu Huaiyu couldn't help but roar again.
Out of agitation, his fingers tightened suddenly.
Fu Ning, who already couldn't breathe properly and couldn't speak, now turned a deep shade of purple.
Forget about speaking; she couldn't even breathe anymore.
If this continued, she would suffocate to death even without Chu Huaiyu laying a hand on her.
Leng Ji had caught up.
Han Zhan, along with Chu Qianli, arrived a step later.
"You're here, good, just in time!"
The long fingers of Chu Huaiyu that were clutching Fu Ning's neck tightened once more.
