It's obvious that he can't be killed by poison, and even if you suffocate him with your rage it won't do any good.,Wen Xueluo's family was once very glorious. When she was only two years old, she was betrothed to Yan Huai, the son of a Duke. Although the two never ended up together, everyone knows that Yan Huai's things can only be discarded and cannot be picked up by others.,"Lady, you killed me... it's all my fault... it's my fault..." Wen Xue Luo wept bitterly, kneeling at her feet, her voice weak and pitiful. Her demeanor was heartbreaking, but secretly, she held onto Xie Shuning's hand in an unseen corner, her long fingernails like water lilies, piercing deeply into Xie Shuning's flesh: "Let me atone for the Prince..."。