Sitting across was Tao Mingxuan, still wrapped in his fox fur coat, holding a hand warmer, his gaze toward her tinged with mockery and a certain satisfaction of getting what he wanted.
"Pei Shu'er, you finally ended up in my hands."
Pei Shu'er sighed, indeed, the Power of Plot is strong.
Even though she had gone this far, building up the border, she still couldn't escape its influence.
Pei Shu'er remained silent, her gaze sweeping over Tao Mingxuan's face, noticing that although he was smiling, his eyes were as calm as a still lake.
Tao Mingxuan's voice was lazy: "That catapult of yours is really useful. This time, when we attacked the Gulan Military Camp, it contributed the most."
Pei Shu'er couldn't help but think of the catapult in the camp, such an important item had been snatched by the Dazi.
Tao Mingxuan nudged his chin towards Shen Wanqing, but his eyes remained on Pei Shu'er.
"I advise you to cooperate nicely, or don't blame me for treating your mother poorly."
