As the words fell, Liu Wensheng's complexion visibly turned a shade paler.
His lips were pressed tightly together, his whole body filled with resistance.
Qi Yu didn't continue but shifted the topic, looking directly at him, her tone confident, "It was the Empress who sent you to kill me, wasn't it?"
Liu Wensheng had nothing to refute and tacitly admitted it.
However, Qi Yu just smiled, her eyes slightly narrowed, her demeanor lazy, "I'm afraid the Empress didn't expect that even you couldn't kill me."
As she spoke, her expression was so relaxed it reached an extreme.
She looked utterly deserving of a beating.
But Liu Wensheng had to admit, she wasn't wrong in her statement.
Indeed, he couldn't kill this person.
There were countless opportunities when he could have simply strangled her.
The room fell silent. Qi Yu flipped through a script for a while, then stood up to check the condition of his back.
