"Ah..."
Consort Yu let out one final roar and smashed Chu Qianli forcefully onto the stone bed.
Chu Qianli was immediately dizzy from the blow.
But fortunately, her breathing had returned.
"Tell me what exactly... exactly happened? I... I might be able to... to save him..."
While gasping for air, she tried to save the situation: "Consort Yu, Wuya... has a good heart. If you... if you kill me, he will definitely... definitely hate you to death."
"You love him... as much as your own life, you don't want... to see him hate you... do you?"
She breathed heavily, although she was anxious in her heart, wishing she could immediately see what condition Feng Wuya was in now.
But she was still relatively calm.
If she couldn't persuade Consort Yu at this moment, her own life would likely be lost in her hands.
In this ancient era where murder was not a crime, life was as cheap as dirt, always at risk of being taken by someone else.