For the first time, she hated so much! She hated the unfairness of fate, hated the bitter fruit that Ji Xinhe had planted for her, hated the woman called Ji Xinhe to death!
Song Yalin's despair did not dampen the excitement of the Rouyi Army, the mountainside was filled with their laughter and cheering, watching this woman struggle in despair, they felt immensely pleased.
But at this time, a soldier hurriedly squeezed into the crowd, reporting to the Rouyi Deputy Marshal: "Deputy Marshal, the Great Emperor Daqian has sent someone, saying he wants to take..."
As he spoke, the soldier glanced at Song Yalin, who was lying naked on the ground at this time: "he wants to take this woman, Song Yalin."
The Rouyi Deputy Marshal furrowed his brows, somewhat surprised that the emperor of Daqian was indeed interested in such a woman, but still sneered: "He wants to take her? Then let him take her. After all, she's right here, a gift we're keeping for the court."
