Cai Xia trembled, her neck craned and afraid to move, her eyes lowered in pleading: "Yes, I will certainly show Consort my loyalty. If Consort has any commands, I will neither fear boiling water nor fire."
"Very well then." Noble Consort Xue laughed, but the smile did not reach her eyes. She released the person with one hand and slowly wiped her hands with the handkerchief.
As she wiped her hands, she glanced at Cai Xia absentmindedly and murmured, "What a pity…"
As for what was a pity, Xue Wanjun did not finish her sentence, but Cai Xia understood it was a pity she didn't cut her face!
She instinctively touched her face, frightened, avoiding those eyes as she bowed her head to the ground. She did not know when, but Consort began to become bloodthirsty. She always felt that bright red blood could excite Consort, which was truly terrifying.
