If You Don't Wake Up, You'll Die

She squatted beside Su Yingxue, her eyes vicious. "Su Yingxue, you will also fall into my hands one day!"

Her actions were swift and decisive as she stripped off Su Yingxue's wedding dress. Holding the dress in her hands, Hong Lian's eyes burned with jealousy. "Su Yingxue, do you think you're worthy to marry Your Highness? Your Highness fought on the battlefield, treasured the Phoenix Satin for ten years, and bestowed it upon you!"

The gods were truly unfair!

Hong Lian tossed the wedding dress aside, and she drew the dagger from her waist, poised to slash at Su Yingxue's face.

"What are you doing!"

Wu Dao's sickly hoarse voice berated her sternly.

Hong Lian trembled in fear. Half-kneeling on the ground, she lowered her head. "I'm drawing her blood for you!"

But what she aimed to cut wasn't Su Yingxue's wrist. It was her face.

She aimed to disfigure that beautiful yet detestable face!