Zu An sighed and remarked, “Women need to pay more attention when they wear dresses, especially when they’re high up. You’re letting others see everything.”

Zhao Xiaodie was briefly distracted and instinctively pressed down on her dress. Then, she floated down like a butterfly and spat, “Bastard, you’re courting death!”

You have successfully trolled Zhao Xiaodie for +452 +452 +452…

“What are you trying to accomplish here?” Zu An asked with a frown.

“Kneel and kowtow to this princess a hundred times. If my mood improves, who knows, I might just give you some antidote to alleviate your suffering,” Zhao Xiaodie said, a cruel smile appearing on her face.

She didn’t want to kill him that quickly, but if this guy wanted to get the antidote with just a hundred kowtows, that would be nothing short...