Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

Chapter 7: The Last Time

Translator: Paperplane 

The Minister wore a blue robe, a gold belt, and a pair of black boots. He had a round and large belly, tightly pursed dark purple lips upon his chubby face, and an obscure glint in his tiger-like eyes.

Just then, troubled over their eldest daughter’s marriage, one of her father’s concubines was out for a walk in the courtyard.

She didn’t want to bump into Liu Rushuang on her way out, but she did.

“Liu Rushuang, do you not know that you must curtsy when you see an elder?” Cried Minister Liu with a thunderous voice and a cold look on his face.

Liu Rushuang turned her head when she heard that cold stern voice and a hint of hostility flashed across her eyes when she first caught sight of Auntie Li in the Minister’s arms.

She turned around and faced Minister Liu, then curtsied. “Father.”

With that, she then spun around with the intent to leave.

“Third Young Miss, you really don’t take the master seriously!” Cried Auntie Li in a chilling voice.

Auntie Li wore a pink dress with peony flowers and a white silk belt around her slim waist. She looked beautiful with her a dangling pearl hairpin by her temples, and heavy makeup. Just then, she was leant up against Minister Liu weakly like she had no bones, and glaring coldly at the unloved Liu Rushuang.

Minister Liu’s eyes burned with rage, as he raised his finger at Liu Rushuang. “Look at your attitude! Come here!” He reprimanded.

Liu Rushuang suddenly squinted.

She lowered her eyelids and bit her lip, then sighed.

She turned back around and stopped in front of Minister Liu.

Before she could speak, Minister Liu slapped Liu Rushuang hard in the face.

Blood trickled from the corner of Liu Rushuang’s mouth, as she wore a smile of disdain. “May I leave now?” She asked flatly.

Minister Liu stared at Liu Rushuang with wolf-like eyes, as he felt a chill down his spine.

But then, he thought about just how much of a senseless idiot Liu Rushuang was, then figured, ‘What could she possible do to him?’

The hatred on his face intensified. “Get out! How could I have let someone give birth to such an embarrassing daughter in the first place?!”

Liu Rushuang stomped violently on a rock, instantly crushing it into dust. Then, she clenched her fists and turned on her heels to leave.

Behind her, Qing’Er’s eyes had turned red, as she watched her Young Miss being bullied.

As she stepped out of the minister’s manor, Qing’Er looked at Liu Rushuang.

“Young Miss, why didn’t you retaliate? With your skills, that would be an easy feat,” She said with a slightly hoarse voice.

Liu Rushuang rubbed her face and curved her lips into a weak smile. “This is the last time,” She said chillingly.

Qing’Er felt immediately better. It looked like the Young Miss had decided to take down the Minister Liu’s manor.

“Let’s go to the Drunken Cloud.” The light in Liu Rushuang’s pitch-black pupils dimmed.

“Mhm… Young Miss, I’ll gather people from Blood Feast,” replied Qing’Er immediately.

She looked down upon those at the Minister Liu’s manor a long time ago and she should have made her move a long time ago.

She has followed Liu Rushuang ever since she rescued her at eight years old.

Liu Rushuang taught her some martial arts and Qinggong¹and from then on, she was no longer a homeless orphan but like family to Liu Rushuang.

Liu Rushuang silently walked towards the Capital’s most luxurious house of entertainment, the Drunken Cloud.

With an envious heart, she watched as parents brought their kids out to shop on the Capital’s streets.

Ever since she was born, her father never once looked her straight in the eyes — no matter it be her father from her previous lifetime or this one.

The glint in her eyes became dark and deep and her hands clenched tightly into fists.

What wrong had she committed? She was merely reincarnated into the wrong family. Why did she have to suffer this kind of treatment?

If this was heaven’s will, then she was determined to defy God till the very end.

“Daddy, am I not your daughter?”

“Get out the way! I don’t have a daughter like you!”

Liu Rushuang thought about the similar words both her fathers had previously said, and her heart froze to ice.

She stared at the three words “Drunken Cloud” with a sense of deep fondness in her eyes.