It was a ruthless statement without any real confidence, yet it was shouted loudly.
Hen Nianzhen's lips curved downward, her chin lifted slightly, and she smiled coldly, "Really, you think you can stand up to me?"
Her eyes measured Taixing from head to toe as if he were a piece of dead meat on a chopping board, her deep affection both boring and disdainful as if she found the meat spoiled, too dirty to even touch.
Even though both had become Puppets, Taixing still feared Hen Nianzhen in a way that seeped into his bones and blood, making him too scared to continue his defiance.
Hen Nianzhen's pallid lips parted and closed, "Waste!"
"Why?" Taixing looked at her with desperation and asked, "Aren't there a hundred days of grace for a night of marriage? I've followed you for so long, why would you push me toward death?"
Hen Nianzhen's charming and passionate eyes narrowed, her voice cool as she said, "It's the Taixing family who owes me—"