He quickly approached the princess, his voice hoarse.
"Just say that the demon is despicable and filthy, ugly beyond compare, and I can make you suffer less pain."
The princess's face was pale, her lips constantly coughing up blood, and under that terrible pressure, she was about to kneel on the ground.
She could feel that the middle-aged man's words were sincere, and if she continuously slandered the demon, criticising the scumbag, maybe she could actually avoid the torment.
Moreover, if it had been before, she would have done so without hesitation, slandering the demon without mercy, tarnishing his reputation completely.
But now, she didn't want to, not even willing to say one more word...
Perhaps it was the bowls of red jujube and ginseng porridge, or maybe it was the jade hairpin the demon had given her, bunches of fresh flowers...
Regardless, she sealed her lips, remaining silent, her phoenix eyes glaring coldly at the other party.
