Chapter 67: A Heavy Investment
This was an utterly bewildering matter. He had journeyed across the great rivers and lands, rarely venturing into the domain of the Sea King, but everywhere else—where had he not been? Were there people anywhere whose lives surpassed those here? The whole continent was blessed with the most favorable seasons; what place could compare to it? Though Chi Mo found it hard to believe, he still trusted her. He felt that Yun Zui wouldn’t lie; she wasn’t so frivolous.
“So you’re from another world?” Su Ran Tong wasn’t from the continent either, so Yun Zui not being from here wasn’t strange. But another world… In this realm, apart from the continent and the Sea Nation, only Heaven or Hell could count as another world.
“You really believe whatever I say?” Yun Zui shot Chi Mo a glare, then shifted to lie flat on the grass, basking in the warmth of the setting sun. She suddenly didn’t want to say more, for she feared that the deeper she went, the more she’d risk revealing, and that might endanger her life. So she kept silent.
Chi Mo propped himself up on one hand, tilting his head to gaze at Yun Zui lying on the ground, raising an eyebrow in surprise. A woman lying so casually on the earth—how bold was that? Should he just take advantage and pin her down? Even though Yun Zui claimed she was only speaking offhand, he believed she was telling the truth.
At this moment, the scene was frozen: a noble man in black robes sat beside the woman lazily sprawled on the grass, supporting himself with one hand. His ink-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, a figure of beguiling beauty. They sat in silence—one, a power that could shake the capital with a single step, known as the Demon King; the other, a modern mercenary goddess who had traversed time and been reborn. Two bloodthirsty souls able to sit together in peace—such a moment was rare in the world.
Hidden within the thick woods on the hillside, a pair of eyes like those of a wolf watched the two, then narrowed and quickly vanished, the white, drifting beard curling into an arc.
Inside the tent pitched on the grass, Yun Shang kept moaning pitifully. She was in real pain. Blood mixed with saliva dripped from her lips, filling her mouth with the taste of iron; her cheeks were swollen high. Compared to the humiliation she suffered at the General’s Mansion last time, this was clearly doubled. In all her years, both humiliations had been at Yun Zui’s hands. It seemed provoking Yun Zui always led to disaster.
“General, let me do it,” Yun Yao said, taking the medicine from Tie Fan’s hands. Tie Fan had been applying the ointment to Yun Shang’s wounds, but every time he touched her, Yun Shang would turn away in pain, which Yun Yao couldn’t bear to watch, so she took over.
At this time, all the Yun family members except for Yun Zui and Yun Tai, who were accompanying the emperor Chi Xuan, were inside the tent.
Dou Saiqi was so distressed she didn’t know what to do, feeling her heart twist in agony. When had her daughter ever suffered such torment?
“It’s all that wretched Yun Zui’s fault,” Dou Saiqi gritted her teeth and cursed fiercely.
“Didn’t brother-in-law hire assassins too? When will they arrive?” Yun Xi asked with furrowed brows.
Tie Fan looked at Yun Shang with concern and replied, “Probably after nightfall.”
“This time, that wretch must die without a grave. She’s harmed so many, and you lost two fingers because of her,” Yun Yao said angrily after applying the medicine.
Yet how innocent was Yun Zui? The old Yun Zui endured endless humiliation, and now, the new Yun Zui was simply exacting vengeance for the past. They were the ones who wronged her first, and now, with their faces twisted in hatred, spitting out “wretch” at every turn, it was impossible to tell who was truly deserving of that name.