The icy voice instantly turned Prince Ambrose's face purple.
Half from fear, the other half from intense pain.
Pulled back through the vortex passage, severing his hope of returning to the Forest Domain, just because he foolishly approached... Lu Qingxue.
As the favored child of the Forest Domain, possessing a noble identity named after his family surname, he was accustomed to wielding absolute authority. Only today did he realize that there were people in this world even more domineering than him.
When had he, Ambrose, ever had such concerns!?
His eyes oscillated violently.
"I... I'll give her... to you."
Prince Ambrose spoke with difficulty, a surge of hope for survival erupted from his heart.
Only when facing death did he realize how he feared it.
As long as he could live, he'd agree to any condition!
"You..."
Mu Fan gently cradled Ambrose's chin with his left hand, whispering like a demon beside his ear: "...are worthy?"
