Su Ye didn't answer. Instead, she asked a question.
"Does the Fifth Prince truly believe he understands his Imperial Uncle?"
Her words struck a nerve with Chu Huan.
The look on his face gradually turned sour.
He looked as if he'd been deeply humiliated.
Su Ye gave a slight bow.
"If Your Highness has no other business, I will take my leave."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to go.
Suddenly, a murderous aura erupted behind her.
Su Ye paused. A pitch-black dagger spun 180 degrees in her hand as she pivoted. SHLICK! In an instant, it slit the throat of the person approaching her.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
She followed up with a kick, sending the man flying several meters.
The man fell to the ground with a heavy THUD, like a discarded rag doll.
A pool of blood spread across the ground. He was dead.
