"That sounds good." 'If I can get close to the Broken Peak, and with the Spiritual Spring from my space, there might be a glimmer of hope,' Ye Qianning thought. "Ying Ge, bring the Eighth Prince over here."
Leaning against a tree and covered in blood, Ying Ge heard the command. She staggered to her feet and entered the woods to the right.
The man in red's charming eyes narrowed. He raised his hand, gripped Ye Qianning's chin, and forced her to face him. "I really don't like it when people placate me."
"I'm not placating you."
"Oh?"
"I'm humoring you."
"You..." The man in red gritted his teeth. 'Humoring me?'
'In his entire life, this was the first time anyone had ever dared to tell him, to his face, that they were humoring him.'
"After all, what sane person would willingly walk into a death trap for no reason?" 'He's either a madman or a fool. You can't reason with him like a normal person, so of course you have to humor him.'
"A death trap? I wouldn't be so sure."
