Chapter 6: Why Do You Not Kneel Before This Prince?

Su Wanluo sneered. She would let these dog slaves live a little longer; what kind of thing was he, to actually dare look down on her?

In the twenty-first century, even a national president would have to show her a degree of respect. She hadn't expected that after coming here, just anyone could look down on her.

Passing through the grand and magnificent corridor, the group walked into a garden lush with blooming flowers. Inside the garden sat a brocade couch covered in tiger skin, upon which a man and a woman were embracing.

The man possessed handsome features and a commanding presence; he was none other than the Heir of this Marquis Mansion, Yang Haoxuan. The woman in his arms was beautiful and enchanting, with bright eyes and white teeth; she was the very person who had framed Su Wanluo, the Heir's Side Consort, Ji Miao'er—the daughter of the current third-rank official, the Minister of Justice, Ji Yuan.

Ji Miao'er looked at the incoming Su Wanluo with eyes full of malice. This low-blooded creature was so beautiful; she was born to seduce men, making Ji Miao'er long to destroy that breathtakingly beautiful face.

Fortunately, she possessed the low-grade bloodline of the Charm Race; otherwise, given her status as the legitimate daughter of the Grand Marshal Su's household, who knows how many men would have fallen at her feet. One had to remember that the Grand Marshal held a first-rank official position.

"Heir, the third Miss Su, relying on her status as the legitimate daughter of the Grand Marshal Su's household, intended to poison me just to monopolize you. Heir, you must seek justice for me."

Ji Miao'er leaned coquettishly into Yang Haoxuan's arms, denouncing Su Wanluo's heinous crimes in front of everyone.

Su Wanluo felt a wave of goosebumps from the sheer disgust. It was truly difficult for the men of this era; to think they actually liked such pretentious and sickening women. Their taste was truly abysmal.

Yang Haoxuan patted Ji Miao'er soothingly, while his sharp, piercing eyes shot a chilling gaze toward Su Wanluo. "Su Wanluo, why do you not kneel upon seeing this Heir and the Side Consort?"

Su Wanluo was driven to the brink of losing control. Originally, she hadn't wanted to lash out so early, but these two were simply too despicable; forgive her for being unable to hold back.

Laughing out of extreme rage, Su Wanluo calmly looked at the disgusting, vile couple. "Kneel to you?" Her slender white index finger pointed at Yang Haoxuan and Ji Miao'er, and her vermilion lips moved as she mocked, "What kind of things are you?"

***, Su Wanluo had not forgotten that the bitch Ji, currently held in Yang Haoxuan's arms, had used a whip just two days ago to lash the original Su Wanluo until her body was covered in wounds. The fact that she hadn't lunged at them to fight to the death was already a sign of great restraint.

Although she was not the original Su Wanluo, since she was using this body, all matters concerning this body fell under her jurisdiction.

Ji Miao'er and Yang Haoxuan clearly did not expect Su Wanluo to react this way, and as a result, their expressions shifted several times in succession.

This time, Ji Miao'er didn't even need to whisper in his ear; Yang Haoxuan was already enraged to the extreme. With a dark face, he looked at Su Wanluo as if he wanted to devour her, when he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Su Wanluo, if you seek death, I shall fulfill your wish. Men, seize her for this Heir!"

Yang Haoxuan was the sole Heir of the Marquis of Zhen'an; his status was even more noble than some unfavored princes. Aside from the Emperor, no one dared to slight him. Being cursed at by Su Wanluo today, one could imagine how furious he was.

At Yang Haoxuan's command, over a dozen servants beside him brandished clubs and charged toward Su Wanluo. Ji Miao'er wore a triumphant smile; *Su Wanluo, today I will take your life.*

The cultivation talent of this group of servants was not very high; their spiritual power generally ranged between 5 and 7, with the highest definitely not exceeding 10. They were a group of basic Qi Refiners. However, women of the Charm Race were naturally unable to cultivate, so even a group of ordinary people without spiritual power could easily deal with them.