Rong Yanchen saw the anger in her eyes but also saw that she did not dare to resist, and that only made him even more dissatisfied.

He slowly walked toward her, and Lan Yue pressed herself harder into the corner, wishing she could disappear.

He stopped in front of her, then reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to lift her head so he could look at her clearly.

"You really have nothing," he said coldly while looking at her face. "Except for this pretty face."

His eyes stayed on her for a moment before he added, "And maybe it seems you are fertile too. After all, you gave birth to a cub so soon."

Lan Yue’s body stiffened in humiliation and anger, but she remained silent. Then Rong Yanchen crouched down in front of her and lightly patted her cheek.

The touch was gentle, but it terrified her.

She trembled, but this time she forced herself to speak.

"Don’t you dare touch my husband," she shouted, her voice shaking but determined. "If you touch him, I will die with him. Then you can marry whoever you want."

That was the only threat she had.

She knew that no matter how much disgust Rong Yanchen showed toward her, he had still insisted on marrying her all these years.

Her father had introduced him to many females, but he had refused every one of them and kept choosing her.

She never understood why.

But there had to be some hidden reason, and because of that she had never wanted to mate with him.

Rong Yanchen looked at her angry face and the way all her courage only came out when she was talking about protecting that weak husband of hers. His expression turned colder.

"Hopeless," he said with a click of his tongue.

Then suddenly he laughed.

"Who said I still want to marry you?" he asked with amusement. "I already found another female. She is even more beautiful than you."

As he said that, he lifted his hand and let his nail drag lightly across her chin. The sharp edge left a thin scratch, and blood immediately appeared on her pale skin.

Lan Yue hissed softly in pain, but she did not dare to move.

Rong Yanchen looked satisfied as he saw her enduring silently. That was the reaction he wanted. He wanted fear. He wanted everyone to be afraid of him.

Then his thoughts briefly drifted to another face.

Calm eyes that looked at him with hatred.

A cold expression that showed no fear, only disgust.

Just remembering that woman made him feel a strange satisfaction, because he knew exactly why she hated him.

After all, he had captured her entire family.

Thinking of that made his smile deepen.

Lan Yue looked at him, confused and fearful. If he had really found another female, then why was he still keeping her here?

Why was he still tormenting her and her family?

She could not understand what this man wanted.

Rong Yanchen looked at her and said, "Don’t you want to know who the new mate I chose is?"

Lan Yue forced herself to stay cold and replied, "I am not interested. Marry whoever you want. Even if it is some kind of goddess, I would not care."

Rong Yanchen laughed even harder.

Then he leaned slightly closer and said in a calm but chilling voice, "What if I say that it is your elder sister?"

The moment those words left his mouth, Lan Yue froze.

Lan Yue froze as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head.

For a moment, her mind went completely blank. She could only stare at Rong Yanchen, her eyes wide, her body stiff, as if she had not understood what he had just said.

It felt unreal, like he was deliberately saying something absurd just to provoke her.

Rong Yanchen, however, only smiled when he saw her reaction.

There was a smug satisfaction in his eyes, as if he had expected this exact response.

"Seems like I hit the mark," he said lightly, his tone almost amused. "Don’t worry. If the younger sister is useless, there’s always the elder sister to take her place."

As he finished speaking, he suddenly withdrew his hand, his expression turning slightly cold and disgusted, as if he had touched something dirty.

He casually took out a shark silk handkerchief and wiped his fingers slowly, his movements filled with disdain.

That action pulled Lan Yue back to her senses.

Her expression changed instantly.

Anger replaced shock.

"You bastard!" she shouted as she rushed toward him without thinking, her hand raised as if to scratch his face.

"What elder sister? I don’t have any elder sister! Don’t try to lie to me like this!"

Her voice was loud, trembling with rage, but she did not stop. "I’ve already wasted my youth on you! You are already my beast husband, how dare you covet another female?!"

Her words came out quickly, almost without control. She acted exactly like the jealous females of this world, as if she could not tolerate the idea of "her man" belonging to someone else.

Even if she herself despised him, she still showed the possessiveness that was common among them.

Rong Yanchen was briefly stunned.

He had not expected this reaction from her.

For a moment, he simply looked at her, then a strange thought rose in his mind. So she was not as indifferent as she had always shown.

She was just arrogant, spoiled by her status as the daughter of the Priestess, acting proud all these years.

A faint trace of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

So all this time, she had been pretending?

Was she trying to provoke him? Trying to get his attention in her own way?

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed to him.

After all, how could a female truly despise him?

He was powerful, influential, and admired. Countless females would want to be with him. It was only natural.

But then, his expression turned cold again.

He sneered at her. "Even so, I am still going to mate with her," he said indifferently. "I have no place for a female like you."

Lan Yue’s eyes widened, and her emotions completely lost control. She stepped forward and grabbed his arm tightly. "You are not allowed to!" she shouted. "I won’t allow it!"

Her grip tightened as if she was trying to stop him by force.

But Rong Yanchen’s expression did not change.

He looked at her coldly, then shook her off without hesitation.

The force was too strong. Lan Yue lost her balance and fell to the ground. Her arm scraped against the rough floor, and a sharp pain spread instantly as her skin tore slightly.

She let out a small gasp but did not dare to cry out loudly.

Rong Yanchen did not even spare her another glance.

Without a word, he turned and walked away, his figure disappearing from the room as if nothing had happened.

Now he doesn’t even care whether she does or stays alive; now their worth in his eyes has only reduced to bargaining chips.

If the situation didn’t work according to his wishes.