'The Madam couldn't possibly have this much power. And even if she did, we don't hate each other that much. It wouldn't have come to this.'
Plenty of people in the Imperial City disliked her, but recently, the only ones who truly wished her dead were... the Liu Family.
Su Ye glanced down at her ankle. Fine, dense threads were starting to coil around her foot, winding their way up her body as if they were alive, desperately adding layer upon layer.
She lowered her gaze and glanced down.
The Madam grew increasingly anxious, her body twisting like a pretzel.
"Let me go! It really wasn't me!!"
Su Ye nodded.
"I can let you go. The key to the chains on Lin Moyu's ankles—do you have it?"
The Madam was taken aback.
"Lin Moyu?"
Su Ye bent down and slowly pulled the dagger from the woman's knee. Her expression remained impassive as she looked at the pool of blood on the floor.
"Madam, do you still want to live? If you wait any longer, you might not make it out of here at all."
