The servants in the courtyard dared not even breathe heavily.
Chu Nanli was equally breathless.
She leaned her back against the wall, her head tilting hard backward as her hands tried to pry Ye Yunting's off.
However, the man's fingers were like iron pincers, impossible to break free from.
Yanyan, in her panic, went to tug at Ye Yunting's arm.
"Prince, this servant has been insolent, I am guilty, but the Princess Consort needs to breathe."
"Get out!"
Ye Yunting flung his sleeve with a fierce jerk, sending Yanyan tumbling to the ground.
At that moment, Chu Nanli suddenly stopped struggling, her throat emitting a strained sound.
"If the Prince wishes to strangle this consort to death, then give it more strength. Make sure everyone in the Capital City knows by this afternoon that you are prone to violence, having throttled your own Princess Consort with your own hands."
Ye Yunting sneered, "Are you threatening me?"
