The curve of Di Ronghua’s lips deepened slightly. “Indeed, I may not have much credibility, but this time, I’m truly not deceiving you.”
Xiao Hanjin stared at her for a few seconds, his thin lips slowly uttering a single word, “Fine.”
The crowd was stunned.
Mu Qingshuang’s entire body stiffened.
These two had completely disregarded her.
They were discussing her life and death, yet it felt as though they were talking about something entirely unrelated to her.
Mu Qingshuang’s blood seemed to flow backwards through her veins. Watching the man turn and walk towards her, her eyes widened, and she let out an almost uncontrollable scream, “Xiao Hanjin, what have I done wrong for you to treat me like this?”
The man remained silent.
Her eyes suddenly reddened. “She disappeared for four years and now suddenly returns—haven’t you ever wondered what she’s come back to do?”
Xiao Hanjin’s steps faltered, stopping in front of her.
In that brief silence, a glimmer of hope flashed in the woman’s eyes.
She knew she had committed unforgivable acts, but she didn’t believe this man would act against her without knowing the reasons.
Yet, in the next second, an immense force gripped her neck.
Mu Qingshuang’s breath caught, her entire face rapidly turning pale. She looked at him in disbelief, only to meet his gaze—whether it was mockery or self-derision, she couldn’t tell. His indifferent voice sounded cold and ruthless. “As long as she’s back, I don’t care what she intends to do.”
Her body shuddered violently.
“Cough, cough cough…”
Her face grew redder, tears welling up in her eyes from the sheer physical strain. “Di Ronghua, you… tell him to let go—do it yourself!”
Di Ronghua watched the scene impassively. At her words, she slowly walked over, her lips curling into a smile. “Xiao Hanjin, if you use so much force, what if she dies before she even feels the pain? That’d be a shame.”
The man’s gaze darkened slightly, and the strength in his hand eased a fraction.
A wave of intense despair surged in Mu Qingshuang’s heart.
Only then did she notice that Di Ronghua was once again clad in a red robe—the exact same one she’d worn four years ago during that rain of arrows and slaughter.
Back then, Mu Qingshuang had stood above, looking down. Now, her throat was in a vice grip!
Outside the palace gates stood all the archers who had once fired that deadly volley. But today, they were dressed in prison garb, arrows aimed at them!
The situation had flipped entirely.
This woman had returned for revenge. Mu Qingshuang had long suspected it, but never had it been clearer than in this moment.
Tears streamed down Mu Qingshuang’s face as she rasped, “You… do it… yourself…”
“No can do,” came the cool reply, tinged with a faint laugh. Di Ronghua’s eyes curved with amusement. “Though I’d quite like to finish you off myself, having the man you love to madness do it seems to make you suffer more.”
Hearing Di Ronghua’s casual tone, Mu Qingshuang’s heart twisted with hatred so fierce it contorted her face.
Back then, she’d only shot her with a single arrow. Di Ronghua was still alive, wasn’t she? How could she be this cruel?
To have the man she loved most kill her without reason…
“Ah… ah!”
Her screams were raw, torn from her chest—frenzied, despairing, and filled with pained unwillingness.
Di Ronghua watched as she teetered on the brink of death, then suddenly shot a glance at the man outside the palace gates.
Feng Hua met her gaze and nodded. The paused arrows in his hands suddenly flew forth in unison!
Screams erupted, sharp and ceaseless!
Outside the gates, those in prison garb fell one by one, blood spreading out like a scene from a hellish purgatory.
The guards, witnessing this bloody massacre, were so shocked they couldn’t utter a word.
