Yang Zhuofei laughed softly. "This subject knows that Bixia doesn't believe it, but this subject truly doesn't know why she's been moved here." But this bearing of hers, in Jiang Changbai's eyes, seemed even more like a clever charade, and she said, "Don't think We wouldn't dare to kill you. Whatever We ask, you will answer, and perhaps if Our mood is good, We'll allow you to live. You must know the logic of there being no worry for firewood as long as there are verdant mountains." Yang Zhuofei smiled as well. "There's no worry for firewood as long as there are verdant mountains? Even if this subject truly were able to get out alive, I fear it would be very hard to have a foothold in the capital, wouldn't it." Jiang Changbai cast her a glance from on high, not saying anything. Yang Zhuofei raised her head to look at her; right now, it was afternoon, and the sunlight that crept in through that palm's width crack just...