Chunyu Yan sneered coldly.
The air around them became chilling and solemn.
"How will you atone for your sin?"
Feng Yun looked around at the servants with difficulty.
"May I ask the Princely Heir to dismiss those around us?"
"Leave us," Chunyu Yan muttered viciously.
What was loathsome about this young woman was that despite having committed so many shameful deeds, she still carried herself with the grace of a noble family…
This tender and pretty face, nobody who saw her would believe she was someone who could hold a dagger against a man's vital points and blackmail him without compunction…
Chunyu Yan hated her in his heart.
The image of that day was like a venomous insect in his brain, replaying countless times in his mind. Each time he thought about it, the unbearable craving spread like a disease, growing madly within him.
Nothing could alleviate it…
How absurd!
Chunyu Yan sat back down with a cold face, giving not the slightest bit of warmth to Feng Yun.
