"Feng Yun, just put down the knife, and two hundred thousand bushels will be yours,"
Chunyu Yan had never spoken so humbly or softly in his life.
However, what he received in exchange for his softening was merely a derisive cold laugh from Feng Yun.
"To trust a man's word easily is to die young."
If she put down the dagger, would she have a life left? Feng Yun wasn't foolish.
Chunyu Yan felt like his head was about to explode.
What he encountered today was something he had never experienced nor even contemplated in his twenty years of life, a bold woman daring to do such treacherous acts against him.
How humiliating it was for a Princely Heir who wouldn't even show his face to be fully exposed and looked upon from top to bottom?
Chunyu Yan's forehead throbbed violently, and he was on the verge of collapse.
"Madwoman! Feng Family girl, you truly are an absolute madwoman!"
"Thank you. The feeling is mutual."
"Tell me! What exactly do I have to do for you to be satisfied?"