Why not let it take Du Juan? One less pretty bird fluttering near my Fang Yuan. The swamp swallows everything… who would know?
But then, another image flashed in her head, Fang Yuan's face.
Not the indulgent smile she craved, but a look of profound disappointment.
Cold and even calculating.
The look (which she imagined) he reserved for failures, for those who wasted his resources… or brought him damaged goods.
Imagine Du Juan, mangled and lost on a simple retrieval mission, a mission he entrusted to them both.
Lin Zhaoyue could practically hear Fang Yuan's smooth voice, laced with dissapointment: "My dear wife Zhaoyue… did the swamp swallow your wits along with my handpicked slave? How… careless."
She blushed at the thought of being called a wife and then she immediately felt hatred.
Not for Du Juan or being called wife, she loved that, instead it was for the idea of Fang Yuan's hatred directed at her.
