Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Su Yingxueâs eyes were clear and bright. She didnât hide anything and had the same fierce and domineering aura as Chu Yihan.
Sheng Ping managed a bitter smile. â1⦠can see.â
âSince you can see it, you should know that your move is not a wise one,â Su Yingxue remarked. She couldnât bring herself to anger or dislike the woman before her, yet she couldnât muster any pity either.
âI know, but 1 have no other choice.â Sheng Ping stood humbly, kneeling in front of Su Yingxue.
âThe only thing I can gamble is your mercy,â she said, her voice heavy with emotion.
Before the fall of the Yue Kingdom, she had been pure and noble, the embodiment of moonlight in the Yue Kingdom.
But with the kingdomâs collapse and the loss of its prosperity, she became the princess of a fallen nation. Still, she carried herself with grace, refusing to yield even in the face of humiliation. She had never contemplated an easy way out, not until now, when she faced death, did she realize that her aspirations remained unfulfilled, and she would not rest in peace, even in death.
âThen youâve lost. 1 have no mercy, especially for women without dignity.â Su Yingxue coldly withdrew her hand, fetched the medicine, and then left the Princessâs Manor.
In her anger, she didnât notice that a pair of malevolent eyes were watching her as she left.
Chu Xiuwen, with a limp, his eyes filled with fury, muttered to himself, âHow could she be here?â
Was she connected to that wretched woman, Sheng Ping?
As Su Yingxue pondered Sheng Pingâs words, she knew that Sheng Pingâs health condition only had a few more years to go.
Having been given a second chance at life, what she detested most were undignified pleas.
Despite being a woman, wasnât it possible to achieve everything through oneâs efforts?
But considering Sheng Pingâs knowledge of her motherâs identity, she had delivered medicine to Sheng Ping before making a detour to the Ninth Princeâs Mansion.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
In the study, Chu Yihan was engrossed in reading. Su Yingxue could enter the mansion without any hindrance. As she stepped into the study, she saw Chu Yihan holding a book.
He had opened a window, and the golden silkwood emitted golden threads in the sunlight, surrounding him like a shimmering golden aura. His deep-set features and elegant profile were captivating to Su Yingxue.
Holding the medicine, she stood at the door, entranced.
When she came back to her senses, Chu Yihan had already walked to the door and carried her in.
âBringing medicine for me?â Chu Yihan glanced at the medicine packet in her hand, and his spirits lifted.
âThis is for Sheng Ping,â Su Yingxue answered honestly.
Chu Yihanâs expression remained indifferent, his interest waning.
âMay 1 ask Your Highness for a favor?â Su Yingxue asked with some trepidation.
âOf course,â Chu Yihan responded directly without questions.
Su Yingxue chuckled. âIn that case, would Your Highness accompany me to the Princessâs Manor?â
She didnât dare directly request that Chu Yihan meet Sheng Ping. After all, she wasnât entirely comfortable with this matter.
But Chu Yihan immediately understood. âShe wants to see me?â
Su Yingxue lowered her head in guilt, thinking her silence was probably an admission.
Chu Yihanâs aura suddenly became oppressive.
He tersely said, âLetâs go.â
Su Yingxueâs heart suddenly felt heavy. âYou⦠You agreed to meet Sheng Ping so readily?â
âHave you forgotten who 1 am agreeing to?â Chu Yihanâs face turned cold, and his eyes were like ice as if they could pierce through anyone.
Su Yingxue lowered her head. âIâm not⦠insisting that you agree.â
At least, Your Highness could have refused, right?