Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter

Yirong was Feng Yulei’s lead maidservant and naturally knew that someone missing in His Highness’s room mattered. She immediately and calmly ordered Yiyun. “Quickly, you go search outside while I search inside.”

Anyway, she must find Her Highness Han. Even if Her Highness Han was dead, she must see the body!

Yiyun made a throat-cutting gesture. None of them was an ordinary maidservant. They followed Feng Yulei to not only serve but also protect him. Yiyun placed her hand on her waist, where there was a soft sword. The sword had tasted blood and killed people.

Mo Xuetong hid under the bed, and she could just see Yiyun’s fierce face from her position. At that moment, she could only clench her teeth to suppress her scream. It never occurred to her that since Feng Yuran had female guards like Mo Ye, how did Feng Yulei not have them?

Yirong and Yiyun were roles like Mo Ye.

In front of them, she couldn’t match a single of them, let alone two of them together.

She felt sweat in her palms. Swords in her hands were trembling. She tried hard to hold her breath to hide her traces. She would hold on as long as she could.

If the man who sent her here wanted to trap Feng Yulei, now was the best time for the man to barge in. If he saw she and Feng Yulei lying together, clothes disheveled, even if nothing happened between the two, people would still think she had been tainted by King Yan.

If she, out of embarrassment, killed herself by bumping into the walls, Father and Feng Yulei would genuinely become enemies.

If she didn’t die on the spot… seeing the two maidservants armed with swords, Mo Xuetong suddenly realized that they had carefully planned everything. They could totally kill her amidst the chaos, and Feng Yulei’s two maidservants were to blame. Since two servants carried weapons, they could naturally kill the two to protect their master.

It meant that no matter if she wanted to die or not, things would still end the same!

The man planned so carefully and acted so heartlessly!

Now, she must wait, wait for Mo Ye to find her missing and track her here.

Nimble footsteps drew nearer to Mo Xuetong, and she could occasionally hear things rustling. Yirong was looking for her. One could only hide in a few places in this room. Mo Xuetong subconsciously felt nervous and tried hard to slow down her heartbeats. She was afraid of being found out because of her abnormality.

They said that kung fu practitioners could find where you hid by the speed of your heartbeats.

The footsteps grew even closer. The patterned dress slowly floated to her. At that moment, Mo Xuetong seemed to hear Death calling her, so her fists grew even tighter. She didn’t need to hold her breath anymore because her breaths and heartbeats almost stopped. At that instant, Mo Xuetong should wish the person who framed her would show up.

She knew that the next moment, if Yirong found her hiding under the bed, Yirong’s sword would stab into her throat without hesitation and kill her in one strike, leaving her not even a chance to speak.

She even desperately realized that the swords in her hands were so short that they couldn’t block Yirong’s longsword at all, and she was, again, a delicate girl who practiced no kung fu whatsoever.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps…

She was getting closer and closer!

Three steps!

Sweat dripped down from Mo Xuetong’s face. She couldn’t wait for death. Even if she had to die, she would die dignified. After calculation, she placed one sword in front of her and pointed in the direction where the tassels were hung. Her finger seemed to have pressed on a red switch at the bottom of the sword on its own, calculating.

She completely failed to know why she would nimbly press on the inconspicuous button at the end of the handle as if she would have known it without looking, or as if she had known it in her last life and now she just found it by instinct.

Now, Yirong was only three steps away from her. One step closer, Yirong’s hand would lift the tassels hung down from the bed, and she would show up before Yirong, defenselessly. The moment of life and death was about to come. Sweat almost soaked her inner clothes. However, no matter what would happen, she would fight to death.

The longsword reflected the candlelight in the room, so dazzling it blurred her vision.

The tip of the sword lifted the tassels as if Death were lifting its eyelids, ferocious and scary.

Would she really die with a tarnished reputation again in her second life?

No, she did not want to! Mo Xuetong gritted her teeth and opened her eyes wide open. By instinct, she forcibly stabbed out the sword. At least, she would gain some advantage or hold on a little longer before she died. She was racing against time! She stabbed right at where Yirong’s feet were and wished that the venom which Feng Yuran smeared on the sword could save her.

The sword seemed to have stuck into something. Subconsciously, her arm pushed further with force. Blood splashed on the hanging tassels, and a few drops of them squirted onto Mo Xuetong’s face. The hot fresh blood burned and her hands and feet weakened; she almost lost grab of the short sword in her hand.

Then, she heard a flop. Something seemed to have fallen to the ground.

Mo Xuetong was still holding her sword, while her body completely collapsed to the ground, her eyes full of terror and scare. Thick blood smell instantly permeated the air, rushing to her mind, chest, and stomach. She wanted to throw up. Pale-faced, she looked at the pair of lifeless and open eyes that were once shining through the tassels.

Dead, that girl should die!

“She should be killed by my short sword!”

Her hand trembled and the sword almost slipped out. If she hadn’t risen from the ashes and gone through life and death, she would have passed out.

Mo Xuetong didn’t know how to name the feeling she was going through. She could only tell herself again and again: Don’t be afraid. Now you need to get out of here as soon as possible. It isn’t over yet.

Just now, she was hoping that someone would come; now, she thought differently. She hoped that people would come as late as possible so that she could find a way out of here.

However, things always went contrary. She clearly heard people’s voices ring again outside in the yard.

There was more than one man, instead, several men’s voices rang. Mo Xuetong’s face instantly became ashen. She couldn’t escape from this room. Furthermore, a maidservant died in the room, and she couldn’t get away with the bloodstain on her body, head, and face. Mo Xuetong knew that this time, she might really fail to survive.

She kept her eyes open and breathed heavily to suppress the surging emotion in the chest because of the blood smell. She forced herself not to look at Yirong’s open eyes and crawled out from under the bed. She pointed the sword in her hand at Feng Yulei on the bed. “If Father is destined to become his enemy… if Father is destined to die by his hand…”

Then, she might as well finish him and then kill herself!

The scene was already in chaos. If three of them in the room all died, and with her being a delicate girl who showed up here for no reason, people would only think Feng Yulei had abducted her here, and things ended up like this only because she refused to be contaminated and would rather die. Emperor Zongwen was a great emperor and should not get angry at Father because of this.

Having decided, she stabbed the short sword in her hand toward Feng Yulei…

The door was forcibly pushed open. They were a group of young masters who usually hung out with Feng Yulei. The leading one said in a drunk tone. “Quickly, I want to see His Highness. Something… big happened!”

Being drunk, he stuttered and his words sounded muffled. However, he looked anxious because he forcibly pushed aside the few maidservants aside who were slow to open the door.

Yirong was searching in the yard with her people. Hearing the noises, she hurried to stop them. “May I ask why you want our master? His Highness just went to sleep.”

The young master was very anxious. “Well, please… Sister, please fetch His Highness for me. Something, something big happened.” Though his words were polite, he pushed Yiyun aside to barge in. Then, those behind him also followed. Yiyun was good at kung fu, nonetheless, she could not publicly show it. At this moment, she could only act like a normal maidservant and stagger out of the room.

She supported herself by clutching a young maidservant. “Young masters, please hold on…” She wanted to say something more, but several people had already rushed in. They looked like they must see His Highness today.

The young masters usually associated with Feng Yulei, and Yiyun had seen them before. That being said, she never saw them so rude. They should barge into His Highness’s inner room. How impertinent they were!

Thinking that Yirong, who was more dexterous than her, was still in the inner room so she could stop them from startling His Highness, Yiyun just followed behind them and pretended to be anxious, shouting, “Young masters, His Highness is drunk and sleeping. No one should disturb him.”

She was signaling at Yirong in the room, however, the one in the room couldn’t have been deader.

There was no one else in the room. Previously, Yirong implied to Yiyun that Her Highness Han might be up to something. To stop others from knowing, she directly sent all the people away. Just now, some shadow flashed across the yard, and she didn’t know if they were an assassin or not. If Her Highness Han was really up to something, after Yirong stabbed her to death, it would be easier for Yirong to find an excuse to cover it up.

Nevertheless, she never expected such a situation. At that time, several people all rushed in.

Those young masters had all been drinking and got drunk. They were startled and even forgot about the usual manners. They should be bold enough to dash into Feng Yulei’s inner room. They rudely lifted the jade green curtain made of pearl and gauze and noisily jostled into the room.

The leading young master grumbled. “Your Highness, wake up. Those people are rude. They should block the gate with soldiers and get in our way. They said even if Your Highness came, you couldn’t get out. Who are they to treat you in this way? Your Highness, please get up. You should let them know you’re not someone to be trifled with. They can’t be sure who will take the throne now…”

His words were a little out of line. Behind him, a relatively sober young master pushed him with force. “Don’t talk nonsense. Do you want to die or something?”

He was trying to warn the person in front of him not to talk nonsense. It was a significant matter concerning the royal rivalry for supremacy. Before it was settled, anyone who gossiped about it should be killed. Both the talker and the listener were guilty.

However, being drunk, he couldn’t control his force and pushed a little harder. The leading one just entered the inner room; before he turned at the partition, he staggered and leaned sideways because of the push. He heavily bumped into the partition and made the eight-fold partition waver and fall backward.

Bam! The noise almost deafened them. The crowd all closed their eyes at the noise. A few of them who stood before the partition couldn’t even dodge it. They fell together with the partition. At that instant, screams and flops rang together. Yiyun who followed them contemptuously sneered.

“A bunch of weaklings. Yirong must have made those noises to stop them from going in. They fretted like that just because of such noises. Useless!”

However, the next second, everything quieted down. Something sluggish seemed to have frozen. A kind of uneasiness was brewing. Yiyun suddenly had a bad hunch. She was at the door, far from the inner room. She ran to the room but heard screams ring in terror before she got in.

“Your Highness, Your Highness.”

“Quickly, someone assassinated His Highness.”

“Somebody, help, someone assassinated His Highness…”

Yiyun was running and stumbled in shock hearing that, almost knocking over a nearby two-handled green jade vase. Her face suddenly turned as white as snow. “Something, something happened to His Highness…”