"You have caused my hair to turn white; you have made lose an eye. It’s your revenge."
"You and I are trapped in endless retribution. You think yourself innocent, you believe you did no wrong, but you forget the origin lies with you and Yun Zhe. How am I innocent?"
"I wish I could tear you apart, but even doing so would not extinguish the rage in my heart!"
Yun Ge slowly approached Yun Shuihan; the two were already very close. Beside Yun Shuihan was her attendant, Yun Long, who appeared dazed ever since they began discussing past events and the mysterious ’man.’
Man?
Her master had always had only one man by her side. But that man—the one Yun Ge killed—who was he?
Who!?
Yun Shuihan clenched her fists tightly: "I don’t want to hear you talk about this!" Her words carried a hint of anger: "You should die! Your existence alone is already a mistake! Why were you even born? You block my path; you killed him, so what if I torture you? Test poisons on you, gouge your eye, so what? If you weren’t so restless, I wouldn’t target you constantly—it’s all your fault!"
"Ha!"
Yun Ge sneered coldly: "How foolish of to waste words with you; I should have known long ago that you’re twisted." When words don’t co easily, Yun Ge slightly squinted her eyes.
Now that we’ve t today, let there be an end!
I didn’t dare act rashly once because I was worried about Yun Zhe and concerned about the Lian family he controlled, and also because I feared Yun Shuihan’s Poison Arts. But now, those concerns are gone.
With a clang, the female soldiers behind Yun Ge drew their Swords, while on Yun Shuihan’s side, Yun Long also assud a battle-ready stance.
A smile ford on Yun Ge’s lips as she slowly untied the Fragrance Pouch at her waist, a gift from Dong Huiying. Yun Ge received the sa treatnt as the six brothers of the Liang family; over the years, whatever Dong Huiying offered them, she also provided Yun Ge with the sa.
During these days.
Although Dong Huiying was in Nanling, she frequently sent things back—so were poisonous, others were potions...
On one side of the long street, a gentleman was drinking alone at a teahouse, beside him stood a handso young man in a Crescent Colored Cheongsam, his face full of illness.
He watched the confrontation between the two won below, alongside the gentleman.
The handso young man shook his head slightly, then spoke slowly: "Sin, sin!"
The gentleman drank a cup of sake and then looked at the handso young man with a half-smile: "Qing Yue, is it you’re calling sinful?"
Qing Yue was none other than Xiao Qingyue, the third son of the Xiao family, while the gentleman was actually Fengsu.
Fengsu was dressed in white, with an elegant deanor. He was the Second Prince of the Dayuan Royal Family but had always been raised outside; those who had seen his true face in Yuanjing were very few, most only knew his na but had never seen him.
Qing Yue slowly turned to glance at Fengsu: "When two won fight, one is bound to be hurt."
Fengsu said languidly: "As long as she isn’t the one who gets hurt." With that, he lowered his head again, focusing his gaze on Yun Ge.
He also rembered so past events...
Back then, when he learned that Marshal Baowei had relinquished his position and left the capital, chaos ensued. Even though he was a Prince raised outside, indifferent to royal affairs, he had always been deeply attached to Xiao Shiyi since childhood.
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