"Madam?"
Zuo Yan stood up with a deliberately shocked expression, looking incredulously at Wen Xiao'ai, who was standing at the entrance of the hall, her plain dress stained red, exuding a murderous aura.
"Madam... so you weren't dead after all?" He looked at Wen Xiao'ai, speaking with delight, his face full of excitement.
Madam?
Wen Xiao'ai was slightly taken aback, her delicate brows furrowing.
She frowned only because of Zuo Yan's strange use of the word "Madam", nothing else.
"Are you surprised that this princess is not dead?!"
Wen Xiao'ai raised her hand, the blood-stained longsword pointed directly at Zuo Yan, who was seated at the main seat of the hall.
"Zuo Yan, you led troops to massacre my clan, this enmity is irreconcilable. Today, this princess will have your entire Demon Clan buried with you!"
"Madam, what... what are you saying?" Zuo Yan looked utterly puzzled.
"Princess? Madam, how did you become a princess?"
