The legitimate daughter returns, and everyone in the Marquis's mansion regrets and begs for for

Bei Mingmo curled his lips into a sneer, "Just because I didn't kill you doesn't mean I won't kill others."

Su Muwei stared at him in terror, her arms trembling as she hugged herself. "No...don't come any closer!"

Bei Mingmo approached step by step, his steps steady and elegant, showing no sign of haste or panic.

But with each step he took, her heart would pound violently, and the suffocating feeling filled her with immense fear.

"How dare you!" Suddenly, a shout came from afar.

"Greetings, Your Highness!" The crowd bowed respectfully.

Su Muwei looked in the direction of the sound and saw a burly middle-aged man in a white robe walk over. He knelt on one knee before Bei Mingmo, cupped his hands, and said, "Your Highness, this woman is audacious and dares to offend you! This servant requests that she be sent to the authorities for a thorough investigation!"

"No! It has nothing to do with Your Highness! It's all my fault! I trespassed into the forbidden garden! It's all my fault!" She hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, pleading incessantly.

"Oh?" Bei Mingmo raised an eyebrow, looked at the middle-aged man, and asked, "Are you sure it was her who trespassed into the forbidden area?"

"I'm sure! Your Highness, have you forgotten? Yesterday, she sneaked into the forbidden garden of the Prince's mansion under cover of night, attempting to take advantage of you! This servant happened to be patrolling by and discovered her. She even said that you have already favored her, and she is demanding that Your Highness take her as a concubine." The middle-aged man added fuel to the fire. He was Bei Mingfeng's secret guard, named Bei Minglingfei, a first-class guard with extremely high martial arts skills.

Upon hearing the words "concubine," Bei Mingmo's face darkened instantly. His cold gaze shot towards Su Muwei, his eyes seeming to want to tear her apart. He strode over, grabbed her neck, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Who gave you permission to say those things?"

Su Muwei felt short of breath and managed to squeeze out a few words: "Yes..." She didn't understand how he had found her here so quickly.

Bei Mingmo sneered. He wouldn't allow anyone to question him, especially this woman.

Despair filled her eyes as she stared at him resentfully. She wanted to tell him that she wasn't after wealth and status; marrying into the Northern Underworld King's household was merely a temporary measure. If he truly loved her, he should let her go and never see this cruel and domineering man again!

But she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Bei Mingfeng saved her, and he treated her so well; she couldn't betray him. She desperately wanted to live, even if it meant being as lowly as dust, rather than living like an ant. She wanted to leave the Bei Ming Royal Palace and live like a human being.

Bei Mingmo tightened his grip on her slender neck, slowly closing his fingers, and Su Muwei's face quickly turned from pale to flushed red.

She felt her lungs were empty and her head was buzzing; she knew she was about to suffocate.

She struggled with all her might, trying to push his hand away, but she couldn't budge him at all.

Is she really going to die this time? She's not willing to accept it!

Suddenly, a cool breeze swept by, stirring up a cloud of yellow sand. A grain of sand hit Su Muwei's head, making her shiver in pain.

"Hmm..." Su Muwei opened her eyes, and what came into view was the man's exquisitely handsome face.

His face was sharply defined, with a high nose bridge and slightly pursed thin lips. His dark brocade robes made him appear even more imposing and solemn. He was gazing down at her, his deep, dark pupils flashing with a dangerous and eerie light.

"You're awake?" He parted his thin lips slightly and uttered four words indifferently.

His voice was deep, resonant, and magnetic, which captivated her.

She blinked her watery eyes and stared at him blankly, seemingly not expecting that he was the one who saved her.

Bei Mingfeng had once mentioned to her that he had a personal attendant named Bei Minghan, so Su Muwei immediately thought of his personal attendant.

She was utterly astonished. He... he actually saved her?! How could this be?!

His personal attendants were far beyond what ordinary people could compare to.

What is his identity?

She tried hard to recall what had just happened, but only vague memories remained. She vaguely remembered him grabbing her, throwing her to the ground, stepping on her wrists, and pressing her against a tree trunk...

"Who...are you?" Su Muwei asked in surprise. Her hand was still pinned to the ground by him, she was convulsing, beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and traces of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, making her look pitiful.

Bei Mingmo lowered his eyes, looking down at her with an air of contempt. "Who am I? You are not worthy to know!"

Su Muwei's heart skipped a beat; she had indeed guessed wrong. She didn't know whether to feel relieved or disappointed; in any case, her mind was in turmoil for a moment.

She tried to calm herself and pull her hand away from his feet, but his feet were firmly gripped on her wrists as if they were made of steel, and she couldn't budge them an inch no matter how hard she tried.

She looked up at him, her eyes clear and bright, her resolute tone tinged with stubbornness: "Let go of me, or I'll call for help!"

Bei Mingmo chuckled dismissively, "You can try it and see if anyone will come in even if you shout until you're hoarse."

Su Muwei was taken aback; this man truly didn't respect anyone.

“I know…you are a prince…” She swallowed hard and said with difficulty, “But you shouldn’t treat a weak woman like this…” Before she could finish speaking, he suddenly threw her away violently, causing her to crash into a stone wall and fall to the ground.

He kicked her in the chest, his hatred surging and churning.

She clutched her aching chest, bright red blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, and looked up at him. His cold face was devoid of warmth, his eyes blazing with a bloodthirsty ferocity, as if he wanted to devour her completely.

“You…you are the devil…” she said weakly.

Bei Mingmo crouched down, grabbed her chin, and said in a sinister tone, "Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and leave you here in this world forever!"

She was coughing violently, feeling tightness in her chest and shortness of breath.

His voice was cold and arrogant, devoid of any emotion, sending chills down one's spine: "I, the King, will kill you!"

"Waaah—I don't want to die..."

She shook her head frantically, tears welling in her eyes, and cried, "I really didn't know it was you... Please let me go, killing me will only dirty your hands!"

He snorted coldly and punched her in the stomach. Su Muwei felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and her face was filled with pain.

"My hands are already stained with blood, I don't mind getting a little more!" His tone was icy, and his dark eyes flashed with a terrifying cold light.

Su Muwei froze in fear. This man was terrifying! She had never seen such a terrifying look in his eyes before; it was absolutely chilling!

Bei Mingmo slowly stood up, turned around, and a mocking smile appeared on his cold and ruthless face.