Beiming Xuan stood next to Yan Ruyu, sliding his hand across her face with intense malice gleaming in his eyes.
"What do you dare to do to me? My husband won't let you go,"
Yan Ruyu stared fiercely at Beiming Xuan, her voice cold as she spoke sharply.
"Is that so? I can hardly wait. To tell you the truth, I originally wanted to capture your man, but he wasn't here, so I had no choice but to take you as a scapegoat,"
Beiming Xuan sneered.
"That guy defeated me, made me a laughingstock in front of everyone, and I lost all face. He also drained all my power, causing my realm to fall. If I, Beiming Xuan, don't avenge this, I don't deserve to be a descendant of the Beiming Clan!"
Beiming Xuan's face twisted ferociously, his fists clenched as he spoke.
"Although I didn't catch him, as long as I have you, I don't believe he won't come. When he does, I'll humiliate you in front of him, making him bear the pain of this disgrace!"
