"Come over and knead my legs. If it pleases me, I will ensure you leave with the envoy from Nan Qi," Song Yishui said with a smile, "Playing with such a lowly thing like you is boring, your status is far too low. Only that favored Ninth Princess of Nan Qi is interesting enough."
"They probably think you wouldn't dare reveal the truth," Song Yishui chuckled, "But truth be told, would you have it any better if you return? If you expose the truth, the Emperor of Nan Qi and Consort Li might hate you to death, even implicating your family. It won't be easy for you then. Even if I let you go, it doesn't mean Nan Qi will."
Seeing Cui Jing's face turn deathly pale pleased Song Yishui greatly.
She loved seeing fear on others' faces; it was immensely amusing.
She also loved seeing someone scared to death because of terror, to be frightened literally to death. The scene was extremely interesting.
"Why are you standing there dumbly?" Song Yishui frowned, "Hurry up and come knead my legs."
