Chapter 1817 - Face-slapping, Act Seven (2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

She wanted to mock Feng Wu, but Feng Wu silenced her with a wave of her hand. “Shh. I hear footsteps. Someone’s coming.”

The white fairy threw a dirty look at Feng Wu for the abrupt change in subject.

But Feng Wu was telling the truth, because footsteps were indeed coming their way.

Judging by the sound, they couldn’t be very capable.

And she was right!

Quite a few people entered the hall, and they were all familiar faces.

There was Feng Liu, Feng Sang, and Feng Yiran, the Feng siblings, together with Dugu Yamo and Dugu Mengxi.

Because Feng Liu and Dugu Mengxi were a couple, Dugu Yamo had been accompanying them. Hence, she had been able to avoid Feng Wu’s attack.

Dugu Yamo immediately saw the second prince and Zuo Qingxian, who were sitting by the wall.

She walked over to greet them, but halfway there, she spotted Jun Wuxia, who was lying motionlessly on the ground.

“Princess?!”

Dugu Yamo was astonished. She quickly walked over to Jun Wuxia, crouched down, and asked nervously, “What happened? What’s wrong with the princess? Is she injured?”

Zuo Qingxian’s face was colder than a winter morning.

“Where’s Zuo Qingyu? Wasn’t she with the princess? The princess is injured. Where is she?” Dugu Yamo asked anxiously.

Zuo Qingxian’s terrifying eyes shone coldly.

The look made Dugu Yamo shudder, and her knees buckled. “Brother Zuo, you look so scary...”

Zuo Qingxian’s eyes were filled with anger and sorrow. “Qingyu is gone.”

“What? What do you mean?” Dugu Yamo had a bad feeling.

The second prince said directly, “Zuo Qingyu is dead.”

Those words shocked the newcomers.

“Zuo Qingyu is dead?!” Dugu Yamo stared at the prince. “How’s that possible? I don’t believe it! How can Zuo Qingyu be dead?! She... Brother Zuo, Qingyu...”

Zuo Qingxian nodded.

“Oh my god!” Dugu Yamo fell back on the ground, covered her mouth with both hands, and opened her eyes wide.

A hush fell over the room.

Feng Liu cried out, “Who did this? Who killed Sister Qingyu? Was it one of the ghosts?”

Zuo Qingxian stared at her with a terrifying look in his eyes. “No, the murderer was human.”

The look in his eyes was so terrifying that Feng Liu thought that her heart was going to stop. Her stomach lurched, and she had a very bad feeling.

Feng Liu asked, “Human? Who would...”

Zuo Qingxian rose to his feet and started walking toward Feng Liu.

Feng Liu looked terrified. She stumbled back as her face drained of all color. Fear gradually overwhelmed her.

She stared at Zuo Qingxian in terror. “What are you doing?”

Zuo Qingxian glared at her. “Do you really have no idea who did it?”

Feng Liu asked. “Who?”

Zuo Qingxian said coldly, “It was Feng Wu!”

The newcomers all cried out.

Feng Liu looked horrified. “Feng Wu? It was her?!”

Behind the shelves, Feng Wu smiled. Zuo Qingxian had made that claim without a shred of evidence.

Feng Liu said, “Are you sure? Do you have proof?”

Instead of answering the question, Zuo Qingxian raised a hand.