Staring at the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar face, Sikong Zuiyue's pupils trembled slightly, her voice slightly hoarse, "Qinglin, it's been thirteen years, you've finally come to see me..."
With no expression on her delicate face, Sikong Qinglin said indifferently, "After all these years, you haven't changed a bit, daring to plot against the court officials in broad daylight; do you still have any respect for the law?"
"No, it's not what you think..." Sikong Zuiyue's lips trembled, wanting to explain but not knowing how to start.
"I'm not interested in your explanations." Sikong Qinglin shook the sword in her hand, which emitted a sharp buzzing sound, "I've been ordered by Mr. Wei to take your head, and you should surrender obediently. I can give you a quick death, saving you from physical suffering."
Sikong Zuiyue wasn't surprised by her attitude and asked, "Did you receive the things I sent to you?"
