"Wait a second, I have something to say!"
Shen Mochen, feeling the imminent threat of death, suddenly stood up. He looked at Han Muxue and Xia Qingrou's faces, enraged to the extreme. If he didn't say something now, he was certain he wouldn't live past three minutes.
Neither Han Muxue nor Xia Qingrou spoke, their faces flushed red. It wasn't just the feeling of being played by a scumbag; in fact, they were well aware that this scumbag was up to no good from the start, and thus never had any expectation of his fidelity.
What they were ashamed and angry about now was that one second they were the "Empress" scolding the mistress, and the next second, they discovered that the mistress was themselves.
Shen Mochen's life couldn't be saved; their only hesitation now was whether to stew him or serve him spicy after they tortured him to death.
How embarrassing! Never in their lives had they felt such humiliation!
