Lu Xiaoyou tucked away the fruit knife in her hand:
"It's settled then. Silu, what I've asked you to do, you must accomplish. Underestimating me is equivalent to underestimating Long Xiliang.
Today, I can have you slapped, stripped of your position by the old lady's side. Tomorrow, I can ensure you won't even survive!"
Lu Xiaoyou's voice was consistently gentle, her unique timbre carrying an enticing quality, capable of making one's bones weak and tingling.
But Silu had witnessed Lu Xiaoyou holding a knife, ready to slash her face. Such merciless cruelty made her look like a bloodthirsty witch.
The fear mixed with icy dread swept over Silu once again, engulfing her entirely. She couldn't fathom the extent of Lu Xiaoyou's power; the unknown doubled her terror.
Lu Xiaoyou's threats were effective. Faced with her, Silu nodded repeatedly, swearing she would complete the task Lu Xiaoyou assigned.
