"Xue Jianren is my fiancé."
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, so that's the young lady's fiancé. But you should still be thankful."
"What's there to be thankful for?"
"Because you don't have to be a widow, isn't that a blessing in disguise?"
"I kill you!"
Shen Zhao's provocative words instantly ignited Dong Wen's murderous intent.
The leather whip in his hand moved like a shooting star chasing the moon, or like a coiled serpent, striking all the vital points on Shen Zhao's body.
Using her water-wind walking technique, Shen Zhao easily dodged all of Dong Wen's attacks while also making a few sarcastic remarks.
"Miss Dong, I'll say it again, why get so angry?"
Why not sit down and have a cup of tea? There's nothing that can't be resolved through negotiation.
Dong Wen was furious: "You dare to kill the husband that my Xiliang Dong family has chosen? Ren Piaomiao, do you think you can make me let you go with your clumsy words?"
Shen Zhao chuckled lightly: "Ha, Miss Dong, I advise you to know when to stop."
I have always treated people with sincerity, and I have already given the young lady thirty moves.
This can be considered revenge for killing your fiancé, but if you continue to press your advantage, then I won't be so polite.
"Then this young lady would like to see just how impolite you are?"
Enraged, Dong Wen lashed Shen Zhao with her whip.
This time, Shen Zhao instantly took three steps and grabbed Dong Wen's neck before the whip could hit him!
"Let go!"
Instantly, the intense feeling of suffocation turned Dong Wen's once delicate face into a bluish-purple color.
"What, now you realize the difference?"
"You, I'm telling you to let go."
"Well--"
Shen Zhao grabbed Dong Wen by the neck with one hand and, with a slight exertion, lifted her feet off the ground.
A sense of death gripped Dong Wen's mind.
She never imagined that this seemingly gentle and refined young man would actually dare to kill her.
Does he have absolutely no sense of chivalry or tenderness towards women?
"Are you prepared?"
Shen Zhao applied slight pressure to his hand.
Dong Wen felt a churning in her stomach, and her eyes began to roll back due to oxygen deprivation.
She struggled to move her arms and legs, but after a few attempts, they all went limp.
Dong Wen doesn't even have the strength to speak now.
"Please show mercy, Your Excellency! You must not harm Her Highness the Princess!"
Suddenly, a burly man from Xiliang, dressed in a fur coat, pushed through the crowd and bowed to Shen Zhao, pleading with him.
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