Xie Jingchen sat on the horseback.
His handsome face was cold enough to drip ink.
His gaze was as icy as a blade.
The hand of the Heir of Uncle Yongcheng trembled slightly.
If Su Jin could move her hand, she was confident she could poison him to the ground.
But now, she couldn't even speak.
Xie Jingchen just watched.
The Heir of Uncle Yongcheng retreated in panic.
Behind him was a cliff.
His foot stepped on the edge, loosening the stones and dirt below.
The knife in his hand was moving closer and closer to Su Jin's neck.
He gazed at Xie Jingchen and said, "Don't come over! Otherwise, I'll take her life!"
He applied force to the knife, and the cold blade grazed Su Jin's snow-white neck.
The stabbing pain came, and she clearly felt the blood flowing down.
Xie Jingchen's eyes narrowed sharply.
This sound...
The Heir of Uncle Yongcheng dragged Su Jin to the side, unblinkingly watching Xie Jingchen.
"Release the Heir's wife, and I'll spare your life!" Xie Jingchen said.
