Shen Yu's eyes were bloodshot, set against her pale little face, which emanated an eerie aura.
How could Su Yingxue be afraid of her? She arched her picturesque brows, her demeanor relaxed and at ease, "If you could kill me, would you need to find me? The knife would already be at my neck, right? Coming here to make threats is something only those who are powerless would do."
"You!"
Shen Yu's psyche was firmly gripped by her words, she stepped back several paces to the balcony, where the night wind howled, lifting her skirts.
She glared at Su Yingxue with cold eyes, "Do you think you can succeed? Everything that belongs to me, you can't take it away!"
"It's everything that belongs to me, you can't take it away!"
Su Yingxue pointed at her, correcting her.
"Is that so? The Ninth Prince has left; do you think you alone can accomplish anything significant?"
Shen Yu's lips curled into a smug smile, her eyes filled with malice.
