"...Miss Qi Yue, I've said all that I can!" Hu Chengxuan struggled in bed, his complexion growing worse.
Qi Yue said coldly, "After my father died, someone saw his corpse and thought he was severely wounded from behind. Otherwise, with my father's martial skills, even if Donggao had many people, in a place like Yunling, they might not have been able to hurt him, right?"
Hearing this, Hu Chengxuan's face and expression tightened.
"...Indeed so. Your esteemed father was extraordinarily skilled, only..."
"Only what?" Qi Yue pressed, "Make it clear."
"...Only..."
"Hmph." Qi Yue stood up and placed the knife against Hu Chengxuan's neck, her voice cold, "General Hu, tell me, if I were to chop off your head with a knife, could you still live?"
Hu Chengxuan's face turned deathly white instantaneously.
"Don't, you can't do that!"
"Then speak clearly!"
"I'm saying, only that Miss Qi might find it hard to bear after hearing the name of this person."
