Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
She squatted beside Su Yingxue, her eyes vicious. âSu Yingxue, you will also fall into my hands one day!â
Her actions were swift and decisive as she stripped off Su Yingxueâs wedding dress. Holding the dress in her hands, Hong Lianâs eyes burned with jealousy. âSu Yingxue, do you think youâre worthy to marry Your Highness? Your Highness fought on the battlefield, treasured the Phoenix Satin for ten years, and bestowed it upon you!â
The gods were truly unfair!
Hong Lian tossed the wedding dress aside, and she drew the dagger from her waist, poised to slash at Su Yingxueâs face.
â What are you doing!â
Wu Daoâs sickly hoarse voice berated her sternly.
Hong Lian trembled in fear. Half-kneeling on the ground, she lowered her head. âIâm drawing her blood for you!â
But what she aimed to cut wasnât Su Yingxueâs wrist. It was her face.
She aimed to disfigure that beautiful yet detestable face!
Whether Wu Dao noticed her intention remained unknown.
Hong Lian knew of Wu Daoâs abnormal feelings towards Su Yingxueâs mother but was unaware of his sentiments towards Su Yingxue herselfâ¦
âRetreat!â
Wu Dao dismissed Hong Lian.
With unwillingness in her eyes, Hong Lian had no choice but to retreat to the side.
Wu Dao gently caressed Su Yingxueâs beautiful face, a hint of nostalgia flickering in his eyes. But it was fleeting. Soon, he withdrew a syringe to draw Su Yingxueâs blood.
âIt hurtsâ¦â
Su Yingxue could sense the pain coursing through her body, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldnât awaken.
It felt so heavy.
âSu Yingxue, wake up! Silly girl, wake up! If you donât, your blood will be drained dry!â
âI canât wake up. I canât moveâ¦â
Su Yingxue retained a sliver of consciousness. She heard Little Ginsengâs anxious pleas, but her body remained immobile.
âItâs over. Your blood has been drained dry! Su Yingxue, wake up! This is the Blood Coagulation Pill!â
If J II
Su Yingxueâs consciousness wrestled amidst the chaos as if weighed down by a colossal rock.
âPavilion Master, the blood has been drained. Please allow me to deal with the corpse!â
Observing Su Yingxueâs lifeless form, Hong Lianâs lips curved into a prideful smirk.
âDispose of her into the sea.â
Wu Dao cradled the bags of blood as if they were precious treasures, commanding Hong Lian coldly.
With Wu Daoâs watchful gaze upon her, Hong Lian dared not disobey. She handed Su Yingxueâs corpse to her subordinate.
As she watched the carriage depart, a semblance of reluctance lingered in her heart, yet her eyes betrayed a sense of satisfaction. âSu Yingxue, youâve become naught but a corpse! What does it matter how powerful you once were?â
Marry the Ninth Prince?
To become the most esteemed woman in all the land?
Dream on!
Wu Daoâs dose of medicine allowed her to walk out of the Ninth Princeâs Mansion on her own, catching everyone off guard. By the time the people of Ninth Princeâs Mansion reacted, even Su Yingxueâs corpse couldnât be found!
As Wu Dao departed, he instructed Hong Lian, âLeave no trace. Letâs go.â
âYes!â Hong Lian bowed respectfully.
Upon Wu Daoâs departure, Hong Lian set Silver Moon Pavilion ablaze and departed Jiang Du under the cloak of night.
The assassin beside her reported, âMaster, Number One has caught up. Our forces have been decimated by him.â
Hong Lianâs lips curled into a scornful smile. âLure him back to Silver Moon Pavilion and incinerate him. Let him taste the consequences of betraying Silver Moon Pavilion.â
Once a loyal assistant for the Silver Moon Pavilion, Zi Wei was still a useful tool.
But he chose to protect Su Yingxue.