Seeing Shen Shuyun's obstinate denial, Song Ning's last shred of patience completely wore away.
"I really don't know what you're clinging to. You can't possibly think someone will come to save you, can you?" she said, her lips curving into a sinister smile. "Let me guess, the person you're counting on, is it Yan Wanqing?"
Watching Shen Shuyun visibly shudder at the mention of that name, Song Ning's smile widened even more.
"It's useless, she's already dead, died from the intense poison of Peacock Gall. If you willingly offer your body to me now, you might be able to catch up with her on the road to the Yellow Springs."
"...Peacock Gall?" Shen Shuyun was utterly bewildered.
She thought Yan Wanqing had died within Northern Border City, overwhelmed by everyone's sieging.
But Song Ning said that Yan Wanqing died from the violent poison of Peacock Gall.
"You..." she opened her dry, cracked lips with difficulty, "really saw her dead?"
