"Princess, please spare me!" the palace maid wailed hysterically. She gambled that Murong Qiqi would not dare to kill her in public. She gambled that Murong Qiqi would care about the so-called benevolence and morals, and would let her go under public pressure.
The palace maid's hesitation exhausted the last shred of pity in Murong Qiqi. Moreover, the palace maid completely misjudged Murong Qiqi, who was not someone anyone could fathom. The dagger appeared in Murong Qiqi's hand again, and with one stab, a dark red blood splattered again.
"All I needed was some color. I wasn't going to take your life." Murong Qiqi's voice was soft and her smile harmless.
"My future husband has an Evil Doctor by his side, who, as long as the person is still breathing, he can save them. Don't worry, Heaven values life, moreover, I am soon to marry into Beizhou; I need to accumulate good karma, so I absolutely will not kill you!"
