Qi Yue felt her lungs slowly swelling, about to explode.
The yellow silk in her hand gradually bunched up, and when she let go, it was so torn that it was unrecognizable.
"Princely Heir Song Qiyun, do you believe that if you don't end this game right now, the relationship between you, me, and Donggao will be just like this silk," she said.
Yellow fragments the size of beans fluttered in the air, forming a blurry barrier between the two.
Finally, a twitch appeared on Song Qiyun's expressionless face.
"Miss Qi, do you truly think you can still go back?"
Qi Yue gave him a cold glance, not uttering a word as she left the front hall.
Seeing her heading for the door, the two maids Liao Ye and Zhu Ye hurriedly followed.
"Miss Qi, where are you going?"
Qi Yue stopped and gave them a faint look, casting her final gaze toward Song Qiyun in the hall.
"What? Are you planning to imprison me?"
Liao Ye and Zhu Ye anxiously looked at Song Qiyun, then shook their hands repeatedly.