Bab 78: Once Emotions Arise, Weakness Emerges

"Yet I am of royal blood!" Ye Jinming exclaimed loudly.

He knew that if he were to die, the woman's plans would be thwarted, so he felt somewhat invincible.

The veiled woman's fingers curled, and the resentful black mist instantly entangled him, gripping his throat.

Her gaze was sharp. "Remember, I am the master, and you are the servant. Do not speak to me in such a tone. Although I wish for Ye Siheng's demise, it does not mean I will be controlled by you."

Ye Jinming was struggling to breathe, his face turning pale.

Fortunately, the woman only intended to teach him a lesson and did not truly wish to end his life.

Gasping for breath, Ye Jinming collapsed to the ground, coughing incessantly. "I am the master, and you are the servant…"

He quickly recalled hearing similar words spoken in the palace, with a similar tone.

He raised his head, his eyes widening. "You are from Hui-yun Palace…"

The woman stared at him, raising an eyebrow.