Yan Xing leaned in closer, his eyes focused intently on Mrs. Lian's face. His voice carried a hint of authority as he spoke, "You are well aware of what information I seek from you, aren't you?"
As the face of Yan Xing loomed larger before her, Mrs. Lian couldn't help but tremble, her neck straining under the weight of his gaze. Disoriented and fearful, she stammered in her response, desperately attempting to regain her composure. "I… I don't know. Your Highness, I don't understand what you're insinuating," she managed to utter, her once graceful and composed demeanor now shattered in the face of this unsettling encounter.
Yan Xing's chuckle reverberated through the small, dimly lit room, punctuating the tense silence. His voice carried a mix of amusement and underlying bitterness as he continued, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Mrs. Lian.
