When Su Qing said this, blood was still dripping from the tip of the steel knife in her hand. Her expression was gloomy as if a judge from the netherworld would judge their life and death at any time.
The Mo City Zhizhou's hamstring was so painful that his entire body trembled. He was so scared when he saw the gloomy and terrifying Su Qing that he did not even dare to cry out in pain, afraid that he would provoke Su Qing to stab him in the neck.
He could still live if he lost his official position, but he couldn't live if he lost his life. He struggled to get up and knelt at Su Qing's feet, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"Princess, please spare my life. This lowly official will scram back now."
"Remember, if you dare to step into Mo City, I will make sure you die without a burial place."
