Emira scoffed at his words. Not because she found them outrageous. But because she knew he truly believed that. The Dark Lord loved no one. All these years, he had done what he needed to do to let Shiqi not turn against him.
That foolish woman, who had ruined and killed her mother after making her life a living hell, had lived a hundred plus years, being a fool. And now she had even died a fool.
But Emira felt no pity for her. All she felt was anger. And the feeling of being robbed. She wanted that woman to die at her hands!
Since the opportunity to kill her personally was already lost, Emira wasted no time in chatting to this man. Letting the anger burn through her, she flicked her wrist without warning, so that the whip cracked through the air, its long belt shooting toward the Dark Lord at deadly speed. She wanted him to die!
