The meaningful laugh shot straight into An's eyes, causing his heart to tremble and he dodged subconsciously.

It is precisely because of this subtle reflection that everything is self-evident.

Qin Ye lost his patience and reached out:

"What I want."

Before, she promised to prove Qin Jiaojiao's innocence, and An would give her the antidote for the birthmark on her face.

An covered her left sleeve with her hands and took a small step back, looking like she was going to regret it.

"Medicine, that medicine... How can it be prepared in a day or two? This birthmark has been with you for more than ten years. If it was so easy to remove, would I not give it to you? What mother in the world doesn't want her daughter to be well?"

These words are beautifully said, fully expressing a mother's concern for her daughter.

But, Qin Ye heard the translation:

Qin Jiaojiao is innocent, but I went back on my word and don't want to give you the antidote.

Even if I don't give it to you, you can't do anything to me.

I am your mother, you can't put a knife to my neck and force me.

The light in Qin Ye's eyes gradually turned colder, inch by inch, and became colder and colder. "Mrs. An played me around in her palm, making me run around in circles. She's so smart!"

An sneered secretly.

Want an antidote?

No way!

Now that her appearance hasn't been restored, she has become too arrogant and disobedient; if her appearance is restored, won't he kick her away?

She faked a smile and said, "Xiao Ye, I know you are anxious, but mother is anxious too. How about this, when I go back today, I will start to help you find medicine. In three months, I will definitely give you the antidote!"

She made a promise.

Qin Ye stared at her with calm eyes, and his voice was eerily calm:

"Three months?"

"Yes, yes, your birthmark is too special, and it's hard to find medicine. Don't worry, you will become beautiful in three months. I guarantee that once King Chen sees you, he will be completely devoted to you and won't let go!"

An was smiling and making big promises, but he had another idea in mind:

If Qin Ye wanted to restore his appearance, he would definitely listen to her.

During these three months, she took advantage of Qin Ye's hand and the power of Prince Chen to support His Royal Highness Prince Li as much as possible, helped Jiaojiao to secure the position of Princess Li, and squeezed out Qin Ye's value bit by bit.

In the end, whether Qin Ye was dead or alive had nothing to do with her.

An's calculations were very successful, but she didn't notice that Qin Ye's expression was getting colder and colder. Instead, she smiled more kindly:

"Xiao Ye, you have to listen to me. I won't lie to you. Besides, I promised to give you the antidote just now, but I didn't say I would give it to you now, right? You... Ugh!!"

The voice stopped abruptly.

A bare hand suddenly grabbed An's throat, forcing her to look up and open her eyes wide. Meeting the woman's icy eyes, she felt as frightened as if a basin of cold water was poured over her head.

Qin Ye pushed An against the wall with his backhand, holding a sharp scalpel, and slowly moved it along An's cheek.

One inch.

One inch.

The cold scalpel was extremely sharp, and it could cause bleeding if it went in just a little bit.

Wherever it went, trembling little bumps appeared.

An's body was stiff, not daring to move:

"You, you...what are you going to do..."

The scalpel in Qin Ye's hand casually slid across her eyes, nose, mouth, and chin, and his voice was chilling:

"When dissecting a corpse, I like to start from the face the most. I watch the organs being cut off one by one and placed in a petri dish. They are so fresh that they look like they are alive..."