Although it was just a gust of wind from his palm, and he had merely waved his sleeve casually, the force of that wind struck her heart painfully, as if her entire body was falling apart. It seemed this person was not only unfathomable but also possessed exceptional martial skills. With just that gust of wind, she realized it was utterly impossible to subdue him. If her body were in good condition, perhaps she would have had a chance to contend with him, but at this moment, she had already changed into a different body. To defeat him in this lifetime seemed utterly impossible!
Given the current situation, there was indeed only one path left: to close the distance.
Wiping away the blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, Yin Luo coldly looked at him and said, "I am merely stating the truth. How can a dignified prince have such little tolerance? It's nothing extraordinary."
Mu Changqing looked at the young girl before him. Although she was stunningly beautiful, she was still just a teenager, barely out of childhood. To him, she was nothing more than a young girl.
A little girl speaking such words could only mean that she was completely ignorant, especially of the consequences of provoking him.
He coldly curled his lips into a smirk and gazed at her with icy eyes. "So, it seems your tolerance must be quite extraordinary?"
"You are a man; I am a young woman. How can we be compared?"
"Indeed, you have quite the sharp tongue!" Mu Changqing observed her sitting there in her wedding dress and slowly approached her, sitting down beside her and closing the distance. "Weren't you just afraid that this prince would drive you to suicide? What’s this? Has your courage grown? No longer afraid of me?"
As he drew closer, the cold aura emanating from him became increasingly oppressive. His dark eyes were mere inches away from hers—deep and unfathomable, radiating a dangerous chill that suggested if she made even the slightest misstep, her life would be forfeit.
Yin Luo's gaze darkened, yet she did not retreat. She had not forgotten to catch the key words in his speech. Unfazed by his intimidation, she replied calmly, "Because before, I thought you were a ghost and was terrified. After seeing you, I realized you were just pretending to be mysterious. Since you are human, what is there to fear?"
Mu Changqing immediately laughed. Yin Luo felt that his expression must have been one of amusement, even though that smile was quite eerie.
He curled his lips into a smirk, his eyes narrowing slightly. Moments later, he extended his long fingers to lightly tap Yin Luo's chin, lifting her face up. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "The most terrifying thing in the world is not ghosts, for ghosts can only scare people, but humans can kill."
In that instant, a chill coursed through Yin Luo's limbs, ultimately freezing on her face, causing her lips to turn pale.
Despite the bone-chilling fear, this was a rare opportunity to act up close. Taking the initiative was the wisest choice when faced with such a disparity in strength.
Yin Luo looked at him and said, "So you're saying that this person you refer to is yourself?"
Leaning forward, her fingertips reached for the silver needles hidden beneath the pillow and slipped them into her sleeve. She kept her gaze fixed on him to disguise her current actions.
"What do you think?"
Suddenly, he flipped his sleeve, and a red veil fell down. She felt darkness envelop her as he turned over and leaned above her body, smirking as he said, "I love killing the most, especially beautiful brides. A beauty like you is indeed a first for me; I believe it will be quite an experience. However, I have never liked to torture someone to death on the same day. I will take three days—no more, no less, not a moment late. So you still have three days to plead for your life and convince me to spare you. But during these three days, the torment will not cease. Now tell me, what do you prefer first: for me to ruin your looks or to sever your limbs?"
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