"How about… just taking one life then! Both of you, tell me the worst thing you've ever done. The most evil one can keep their life, and the other, I'll feed to my thorny vine. Look, it's hungry," Mu Ying said sinisterly.
The thorny vine that bound the King and Queen seemed to move slightly, scraping against their necks.
She didn't actually want to kill anyone; she just wanted to see if there was anything else to be gained from the King and Queen.
"Who will speak first?"
The prickling pain on his neck terrified the King so much that his teeth chattered, but speaking later always had its advantages. "The Queen first!"
The Queen turned her head to look at the bedroom door. Her son was still young; she couldn't die.
