The woman's neck was so bruised from being choked that she could barely breathe.
He Benquan released her.
The woman collapsed to the ground, coughing incessantly, trying to drag that thread of life back from the edge of death into her chest.
"You think I don't know you're a person of the Third Prince?"
He Benquan, with his hands clasped behind his back, spoke with a cold face, "The Third Prince has been placing his pieces beside some officials these past years, to watch or to assassinate... Some officials are fools, but sadly, some are not."
He Benquan looked down and stared intently at the woman,
"All these years, I've deliberately engaged in corruption and accepted bribes, and even played the fool when my own concubine cuckolded me. In the eyes of that Third Prince, I'm just trash, aren't I? You thought I'd be easy to control?"
Yan'er looked horrified.
The greedy, cowardly, and spineless husband of the past had become so unfamiliar at this moment.