Shen Qing stepped forward, each footfall seemingly landing on Su Wanrong’s very heart. "If the Emperor truly wished to kill me, why use your hand? He merely wanted to use you to test the bottom line of Xiliang."
Su Wanrong’s face turned deathly pale, her lips trembling. "You... you lie!"
Shen Qing moved slowly forward, the moonlight flowing over her blood-stained robes like blooming red plum blossoms.
Chapter 77