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"No," Qing Luan laughed like a devil, shaking her finger. "That's not a conspiracy; it's an open scheme. I'm retaliating against you in plain sight. The words you sent me, I will repay tenfold. I just wonder if you have the courage to face it, heh..." Killing her would only bring an end to all the pain, but that would not truly resolve the hatred in her heart.
However, letting her experience the humiliation she inflicted would make her understand how terrifying people's words can be. A single phrase or expression can kill a person. Yet, she knew that someone like Lin Ya was cowardly and would never dare to harm herself. In fact, she admired Chen Qingluan from back then for having that spirit of resistance.
"You... you deserve to die," Lin Ya completely lost control. She knew everything was part of Zhu Qingluan's scheme, but she never expected such a direct admission. Unable to bear it any longer, she touched the dagger hidden in her bosom, wanting desperately to rush forward and stab her, to wipe that mocking smile off her face.
Qing Luan scoffed at Lin Ya's threat, mocking her further. "When you were kicking me while I was down, it was wisdom; now that I seek revenge, I'm the one who should die? Miss Lin, this world doesn't revolve around you. You brought this upon yourself; no one owes you anything. Stop acting like you've been wronged; it's disgusting!"
It was just because she relied on her background that she acted so arrogantly. Hmph, wait until my revenge comes; she'll learn what consequences truly mean.
In the end, Lin Ya couldn't withstand the attack any longer. Brandishing her dagger amidst the crowd's screams, she charged forward but was easily subdued by Qing Luan. Without any means of self-defense, how could she dare face Lin Ya alone? Her flowery moves were nothing impressive.
Qing Luan tightly gripped the hand holding the dagger and with a gentle twist, the dagger clattered to the ground with a loud thud. "Lin Ya, the saddest thing in your life is getting involved in matters that have nothing to do with you. I have no enmity with you; yet you chose to slander and humiliate me in front of Chen Yan'er. Now that Chen Yan'er is dead, you'll slowly bear all the consequences of your actions," she said before forcefully pushing away the woman who hated her and picking up the dagger from the ground. After playing with it for a moment, she added something infuriating: "Thinking you can kill someone without knowing how to handle a knife? You really underestimate me!"
Qing Luan's words made those young ladies realize the feud between her and Lin Ya. Seeing Lin Ya's breakdown, they unanimously decided to distance themselves from Zhu Qingluan, who was laughing wickedly at that moment. Her demeanor truly made them shiver; their hearts raced irregularly.
"Zhu Qingluan, you wicked woman! You won't have a good end! You won't even spare your own sister! You'll get your comeuppance!" Lin Ya, pushed to the ground by Qing Luan, looked utterly disheveled. Her carefully arranged jewelry had either slipped off or rolled away, and at that moment, with her hair in disarray and tears streaming down her face, she looked nothing like a young lady. She cursed loudly with a fierce expression that made others uneasy.
"Comeuppance?" Qing Luan toyed with the knife in her hand and sneered. "Lin Ya, right now you're the one facing retribution... Tell me, what do you think would happen if I lightly drew this across your face?" There was no reason to show mercy or sympathy toward such a woman.
"You... you wouldn't dare!" Lin Ya panicked; for women, their appearance is everything. If she lost her beauty, it would truly ruin her life.
"Why wouldn't I dare?" Qing Luan waved the dagger near her face and smiled sweetly as she patted Lin Ya's cheek. "You dared to try and kill me with a knife; why shouldn't I just give you a little scratch? What’s there to be afraid of?" It was baffling how Lin Ya thought everything she did was justified while believing others' actions were cowardly; it made Qing Luan wonder how her parents raised her.
"Please... help me," Lin Ya whimpered, the cold blade pressed against her delicate face causing her to tremble in terror. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she burst into tears, and soon enough, the ground beneath her was wet.
Seeing the dampness spreading under Lin Ya's skirt, Qing Luan felt a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. She had contemplated murder, yet here was this girl, scared to the point of wetting herself in public. Truly, a rare specimen.
With a disdainful pout, Qing Luan lost interest. Playing with someone like her held no thrill. She sighed softly and declared, "Even if I die, I will stand!" With that, she slowly vanished into the crowd, still clutching the dagger.
Her words left everyone shaken. To die standing required immense courage. It was only at that moment that Lin Ya realized how foolish her actions had been. One could endure humiliation for the sake of status, but once one's reputation was ruined, no matter how noble one’s birth, they became a laughingstock in others' eyes.
And she was that laughingstock.
After she had wet herself in public, the entire upper society learned of it. The Lin family felt deeply ashamed and decided to send her to the family temple under the pretense of her poor health.
Surprisingly, Lin Ya did not protest this outcome; instead, she silently accepted it.
To distance herself from scandal and gossip was what she desired most. She lacked Zhu Qingluan's courage to face humiliation head-on; she chose to escape instead.
Zhuang Youlan, Chen Yan'er, and Lin Ya—one was dead, another had fled, leaving only Zhuang Youlan behind. As for her, Qing Luan held no disdain; as long as Zhuang Youlan did not provoke her, she would not initiate conflict. But if someone sought their own demise, she would give them a push without hesitation.
Qing Luan felt no sympathy for Lin Ya's fate; she merely regarded her as weak-minded and unfit for the intrigues of the capital.
Sister Yun had reclaimed her identity as Yun Yiqing, daughter of the emperor's brother. When the emperor first ascended to the throne and his position was unstable, he sought alliances through marriage. At that time, Yun Yiqing already had someone in mind but was forced by her father to abandon everything and embark on a journey for a political marriage.
However, this marriage was merely a facade concealing a shocking conspiracy. Her family—parents, relatives, siblings—vanished without a trace. She became the scapegoat; if it weren't for her, her loved ones would not have perished so tragically.
She did not know whether this was the emperor's scheme or that of the Barbarians; all she knew was that everyone who loved and cared for her had vanished overnight, leaving no trace behind.
"How could this happen?" Qing Luan asked, puzzled after hearing Yun Yiqing's words. "Even if the marriage alliance is fake, if they wanted to kill someone, it would be the emperor. Why would it be your father?"
"Before Xuanyuan Hui, my father was the war god of the entire kingdom. He held military power, and even the emperor treated him with great respect," she suspected that this matter was deliberately orchestrated by the emperor to eliminate her father's influence.
"Uh!" This answer left Qing Luan speechless.
That war god must have been a matter of the previous dynasty; it was just unclear what role the emperor played in this situation, which was worth debating.
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