Dead or alive.

A mother requested that her disciple bring her daughter back. However, she mentioned the words dead or alive in her orders. How could this be true?

There was a saying that goes, a tiger would never devour his own child. This was especially true for Ping Yang's mother, the respected and revered Queen of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Did mother… did she really say those words?" Ping Yang said in a trembling voice as her body shudder. She then bit her lips in apprehension.

"How could I, Cang Yue, put words into my master's mouth! Have you made your decision?" Cang Yue stared at Ping Yang with a cold stare that could freeze a churning waterfall.

"I have already told you. You are not taking Ping Yang!" Fang Zhengzhi placed his hands on Ping Yang's shoulders once again. The moment he made contact with her, he was reminded of the first time they met.

That day, Ping Yang was wearing a purple cape. She was lifting her head arrogantly like an adolescent peacock as she handed the S