Su Yujiao didn't want to embarrass herself in front of him, so she left the yamen directly.

Lu Ziqian was annoyed by her constant talk of death. Women were such a hassle; they would make a big fuss over the smallest things.

Lu Ziqian chased after him, picked him up by the waist, and the two arrived at the General's Mansion in no time.

"What do you mean by 'borrowing a life'? Explain yourself clearly!"

"Can you stop acting like you're going to die all the time? Can't you just be normal?"

"Do I think your life is worthless, or do you think your life is worthless? Threatening to die at the drop of a hat, what's the difference between you and those shrewish women who cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide?"

Su Yujiao's lips trembled, her throat choked with sobs as she questioned, "You conspired with Chen Yunniang to kill me, and I don't even have the right to cry and make a scene?"

"What kind of attitude do you think I should have to be considered normal?"

"Am I going to die, give my life to Chen Yunniang, only then will you be satisfied?"

Lu Ziqian felt increasingly uneasy as he listened. When did he ever plot against Chen Yunniang's life? What was going on here?

Why is he not understanding what she's saying?

"Explain yourself clearly. How did I scheme against you with Chen Yunniang?"

Su Yujiao angrily smashed the pottery jar and pointed at the scarecrow on the ground: "Isn't this enough?"

Even if you don't believe in ghosts and gods, does that give you the right to curse me at will and make other women happy?

"What if this curse comes true? Aren't you afraid I'll really die?"

"Ha, why would you be afraid? You'd rather I die sooner so that Chen Yunniang can live longer."

Su Yu's delicate lips trembled, and she seemed to have difficulty breathing.

Lu Ziqian finally realized that something was wrong.