At that moment, hope skyrocketed in Qu Tan'er's heart.
What kind of play was this?
She glanced at the person in front, then swept her gaze over Mo Liancheng, narrowing her eyes slightly. Something was off, very off.
The leader in black spoke harshly, "I gave you all a chance. Don't refuse the toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."
Qu Tan'er curled her lip contemptuously, "If you don't kill us now, it will be dark soon. It's more troublesome to find the way in the dark, and reporting back will also be delayed. Oh, and send my regards to the Great Prince's entire family—" She stopped because she caught Mo Liancheng's raising eyebrows and the look he swept her way.
The Great Prince's entire family… that seems to include him too.
A slip of the tongue! Yes, at this moment, she… was still his nominal Princess Consort.
"Boss, just kill them quickly. They are bound to die if they jump anyway."
More and more assassins, seemingly unable to stand by, were eager to act.