Cuiyu.
The night was deep, yet the lamp in Li Sangruo's room still shone brightly.
She sat at the edge of the bed, her fingertips gently caressing her belly, then slowly lifting to brush through her cascading long hair.
The strands entwined around her fingertips, congealing into thick, dark blood in her eyes...
She wanted to kill.
She had never wanted to kill someone as much as she did now.
"Such great humiliation I suffered today, tomorrow I must repay it a thousand times, a hundred times over."
She gritted her teeth, her words venomous.
"Your Highness speaks amiss,"
A soft sigh, and the man standing beside her said calmly, "The game of chess hasn't even begun, and Your Highness has already revealed your hand. If Your Highness doesn't lose, who will?"
His words pierced to the marrow, and Li Sangruo lifted her eyes, a sudden chill spreading across her face.