Zhao Xiaodie gradually calmed down from her initial alarm. Her previous arrogant expression returned as she retorted, “What, do you really dare to kill me? I’m the daughter of King Qi, someone with a title conferred by the court, Princess Butterfly! If you really do anything to me, that will be a crime punishable by nine generations of executions!”

Zu An nodded and said, “If the court finds out, it will indeed be a bit tricky.”

“You’re still not letting me go after realizing that?” Zhao Xiaodie replied, feeling a hint of pride when she heard Zu An’s tone softening. She instinctively wanted to shake off his hand, but unfortunately, Zu An already restricted her in a way that meant she couldn't muster the slightest bit of strength. She couldn't move at all.

Zu An smiled. He moved Zhao Xiaodie’s hand, bringing her glistening red nails up to her neck. He said, “This poison of yours is pretty formidable,...