Xue Zhiyi's attitude made Chu Lian furious. He stepped forward and grabbed Xue Zhiyi's collar again. He no longer wanted to waste words with him. He said angrily, "Talk. Tell me everything you know about Consort Ling. If there's even half a sentence of lies, I'll take your life."
In Xue Zhiyi's eyes, Chu Lian was nothing more than a snot‑nosed kid. When he was Chu Lian's age, he was still wearing split‑crotch pants. Chu Lian's every move was in his sight, and he hadn't actually intended to kill him.
The corner of his mouth tugged into a smile. "Let the girl who came with me go first, and I'll tell you."
Those words displeased Chu Lian. "You're bargaining with me?"
"Heh, I'm a man about to die. I can't drag the innocent down with me."
Chu Lian flung Xue Zhiyi's collar away. "Rest easy, I won't drag the innocent down either."
