Yan Rouxi clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms. Her eyes locked onto the man before her—the emperor.
"I don't care what your identity is," she said coldly. "But I will not let you harm Xia Yuqing. You already killed her once. She doesn't belong in that world anymore. Her happiness is her own. I won't let you touch her."
The emperor smirked, swirling the wine in his glass as if her words amused him. His eyes glinted with excitement. "Is that so?"
"Yes." Yan Rouxi's voice was sharp, leaving no room for doubt.
The emperor leaned back lazily. "And how exactly are you going to do that? Will you kill me? Send me back to my world? Or something else?"
"Why should I tell you?" she hissed. "I'll show you when the time comes."
