Yan Zhengrong's already unpleasant expression turned an ashen gray in an instant.
Considering the Yan family in the capital, and throughout all of Huaxia, is considered top-tier aristocracy, and he, Yan Zhengrong, is quite renowned; if Ye Xunhuan didn't kill him but instead paraded him around the capital like a dog, it would be more distressing than death, making him wish to die.
"Ye Xunhuan, if you're going to kill, just kill!" Yan Zhengrong said darkly, "There's no need to humiliate someone like this!"
Yan Zhengrong didn't plead with Ye Xunhuan, not because he didn't want to, but because he knew that even if he begged, Ye Xunhuan would never let him go.
After all, things had reached such a point that letting him go would be akin to letting a tiger back into the mountains; there was no way Ye Xunhuan would do something so foolish.
So now Yan Zhengrong would rather seek death than beg for his life.
