Hearing her unmasked admission, Jiang Yue’s face flushed crimson. Her voice trembled with rage, thick with an unfiltered hatred that surged from the depths of her soul, as if she meant to swallow the woman standing before her whole.
Fu Rong did not flinch. Her fingernails, delicate as scallion shoots, slowly pinched a tender bud on a pear tree branch, crushing it bit by bit, extinguishing its proud vitality. It was as if she held the lives of Jiang Yue and her sister between her fingers, devoid of the slightest shred of mercy.
"I said one day. That offer still stands. Kneel, beg me properly, and promise to have a child for me, and I will naturally give you the second prescription. Take that medicine, and in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, your sister will be up and running again." She paused, covering her lips with a faint, ghostly smile. "Beyond my prescription, no one in this world can save her."
Chapter 59