Zheng Nianru asked repeatedly, but the only response was more jolting hits. Her whole body was battered to a pulp—it was suffering she had never endured in her life, nearly costing her half of it.
"Hurry, the one behind is still following—" Just as Zheng Nianru felt groggy, unsure if it was the effect of some drug or the jolting, she faintly heard a low and harsh voice.
Who was catching up? Zheng Nianru tried to guess who it could be, but couldn't figure it out.
"My lord, we will stay back and stop him. You go ahead—" The voice this time was clearer than before. Zheng Nianru was also well aware of her perilous situation, desperate not to miss any information.
How could this be, although the hairpin was still in her hand, the previous method clearly hadn't worked and might anger the other party, which would be even worse for her.
Zheng Nianru could only struggle to keep the hairpin hidden, ready for any urgent need.
