The man’s voice seed to co from the depths of Hell—
Song Xueqin slowly turned her head chanically, only to see the man standing amidst a group of death attendants in a black cloak, his eternally youthful face breathtakingly alarming.
Qiao Yanjing wanted to break free, but as soon as he moved, it felt as if the two people behind him were dislocating his arms.
It wasn’t his exaggerated imagination; that’s genuinely how they made him feel.
Who are these people? Why did that young man call Song Xueqin his sister?
The man strolled with a cane over to Song Xueqin, raised his hand to caress her face, "Oh! Sister, your face really is quite attractive now! Much better than before, but Brother still prefers that freckled little face of yours—"
Suddenly, his hand reached her chin and grasped it tightly with ferocity, "Brother... really wants to tear off this false face!"
Song Xueqin felt that hand moving slowly over her face like a venomous snake, and instinctively dodged, "Song Yunjing, what do you want?"
"Heh!" Song Yunjing was sowhat surprised, "I thought you would deny Song Liuli’s identity, didn’t expect you to admit it so quickly. The punishnts I thought of for making you speak up before I ca are now useless, so how about..."
Song Yunjing glanced at the detained Qiao Yanjing, walked over, lifted his face with the cane, "How about using them on this person? What do you think of Brother’s thod, sister?"
"...Whatever!" Song Xueqin turned her head away, not wanting to get involved.
She understood Song Jingyun; the more she wanted to save soone, the more destructive he beca.
He had been this twisted since childhood!
Song Jingyun suddenly beca a bit cheerful, tapping the cane repeatedly on the ground, "You all heard it, right? The lady has spoken, we can do... whatever we want! How do you want to play?"
"Let think! First, pull out his fingernails and toenails, then break his manhood, shave his head, open his brain, and pour hot oil straight in..."
"Thinking about it is so thrilling; it’s been a long ti since I played like this—"
Even as soone who had weathered many storms, listening to such a description made Qiao Yanjing’s back chill. Where did this group of bastards co from?
They were simply... demons!
Song Xueqin’s expression was tense, her nails digging into her palms, "Dealing with a heartbreaker this way couldn’t be more fitting, what are you waiting for! Get on with it—"
Qiao Yanjing endured the impending pain of his arms being broken and struggled to lift his head, "Xueqin, you..."
"Xueqin, you son of a bitch!"
Song Jingyun’s cane struck directly, and Qiao Yanjing’s head instantly bled profusely, "This is Song Liuli, the Supre Empress of the Royal Family, Song Liuli, you bastard, scoundrel, what na are you yelling!"
"Quick, quick, I despise this person just by looking at him, forget about those complicated processes earlier, now imdiately chop him up, mince him into at paste and feed Little Cotton Jacket—"
Little Cotton Jacket is a Tibetan mastiff raised by Song Jingyun.
"..."
Qiao Yanjing hadn’t fully reacted, what Royal Family? What Empress? What Song Liuli?
Yet in his mind, he recalled her words to him not long ago, Qiao Yanjing, if I wanted to crush you, it would be like crushing an ant—
At the ti, he thought it was her ruthless words after losing her temper, didn’t realize it was the truth.
So, now in her eyes, he was just an ant about to be crushed to death, wasn’t he?
Death attendants always efficient, the two n originally restraining Qiao Yanjing had already drawn their swords, preparing...
And Qiao Yanjing was ready to die, he looked sentintally at the woman, then slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to co.
"Oh, I forgot to ntion." Song Jingyun suddenly raised his hand, as if kindly adding, "The bastard I had my n chopped into at paste last ti only breathed his last after being skinned and boned, so... it’ll be very painful, oh, make sure not to scream, because I’m soone who hates noise!"
Song Xueqin grit her teeth, unable to take it anymore, "Song Jingyun, enough! What on earth do you want! Just say it—"
Song Jingyun grinned and raised his hand, the death attendants paused, he laughed looking at the woman, irises like black jade, "Little Liuli, don’t you already know what I want? Of course, it’s for you to willingly co ho!"
"The old man won’t last much longer, you must return quickly to take charge, otherwise when the ti cos, it will cause a bloody storm I need not elaborate!"
"I! Am! Not! Going! Back!"
Song Xueqin’s stance was clear, "Whoever wants that position can have it, it’s none of my business! Can the whole family not find a female? If worst cos to worst, you can castrate yourself, forcing it is good enough, anyhow I’m not interested."
"Ah..." Song Jingyun feigned a heart attack, "Didn’t quite believe you were my sister earlier, now I’m sure you are her, only you would dare say such venomous words to !"
"Bah! Make castrate myself to clean up your ss, in your dreams!"
Song Xueqin secretly rolled her eyes, she knew it would turn out like this, extending her right hand toward the man, "Hmm?"
Song Jingyun was frightened into keeping his distance, then looked at her inexplicably, "What, want to poison !"
She hadn’t held back from causing harm to him in the past, a significant part of his twisted nature was actually due to her—
At that ti, she had just learned to make poison, and would test it on him whenever she had nothing to do, several tis he was nearly poisoned to death.
In the family, the female status was extrely high, being poisoned to death by her, who would beco Empress, was practically a form of honor.
Song Xueqin’s look at him instantly turned pig-like, "Feel my pulse! Quickly, take my pulse."
"Ok..." Song Jingyun inexplicably submissively approached her but extended his hand very slowly, fearing she might be deceiving him.
With her, his credibility had long beco negative.
"Co on, not harming you—" Song Xueqin urged.
Then, Song Jingyun steadied himself, his gaze focused, and he placed his hand on the woman’s exceptionally slim wrist—
Her pulse—
How could it be?
From his expression, Song Xueqin knew he was very shocked, withdrew her hand, "Do you still want to go ho now? Even if I returned, I might be dead before warming that seat, wouldn’t that be troubleso for you all? So it’s better to forget it! It’s better to let soone else take over, there are plenty of won in the family coveting that position, I’m making way."
"Little Liuli... Are you really about to die?"
Song Jingyun still didn’t believe.
Song Xueqin extended her hand and patted his face, "Brother, aren’t you about to cry!"
"Get lost!" Song Jingyun suddenly seed angry and embarrassed, "If you’re dying then die, none of my business, but that position must be filled, if you die, then your daughter will take over."
Song Xueqin felt a shock in her heart, Song Song?
No, absolutely not!
Her Song Song ought to live a simple, pure life, once returning, faced with deception and trickery, she would simply be unable to cope—
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