"Go ahead and curse. The fiercer your insults, the more it piques my interest in playing with Ye Qingchen. The final outcome will only bring me a greater sense of accomplishment."
The Saint Heir watched Qin Yue with a smile. Even as she continually hurled angry insults at him, his smiling expression never faded. This caused Li Rui, standing to the side, to lower his head, his back drenched in sweat.
Based on Li Rui's understanding, the Saint Heir only appeared gentle and cultured on the surface. In reality, he was a man of decisive and swift action. No one had ever cursed the Saint Heir like Qin Yue and remained unharmed. I can't figure it out, nor do I dare to. After all, the Saint Heir's affairs are not for me to speculate on.
The Saint Heir waved his hand at Li Rui. "Go on. Continue to give Ye Qingchen opportunities."
After a respectful bow, Li Rui took his leave, carefully closing the bamboo door behind him. Qin Yue's curses, however, were still clearly audible.
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