C3 (2/2)

To the side, seeing Gu Zheng's kick on Wangchuan, Yue Fusheng was delighted in his heart.

She knew that this was something Gu Zheng had done for her to see. Whether it was his intentions or not, it wasn't important, was it?

How many men in the world could resist something like power?

Was it her intention? With her current appearance, even a man wouldn't be able to enter her eyes.

”He's just a servant, why is my husband so angry?” Yue Fo leaned against Gu Zheng's chest, her bright eyes full of malice.

Gu Zheng tightly pursed his lips, the hand behind his back faintly trembling.

He raised his eyes to look at the figure curled up on the ground, yet his expression was still as indifferent as before.

Gu Zheng was silent for a moment before he pushed Yue Fusheng aside and left the woodshed.

Wu Chuan lay prostrate on the ground. It was as if all the bones in his body had been crushed. His head was buzzing, but that extremely familiar voice still entered his ears …

”Take care of her. Don't let her hurt Madam.”

When the originally angry Yue Fusheng heard Gu Zheng's words, his expression turned into one of joy.

Yue Fuzhen watched Gu Zheng leave before walking up to Wangchuan who was curled up by the wall and said proudly, ”Look at you, you're just a lowly servant, a lowly servant with delusions. This is the price, hahaha!”

The mocking laughter lingered in her ears for a long time, mocking her for being so ignorant.

”Heh — —” Wu Chuan laughed lowly, his voice hoarse and filled with despair.

Yue Fuzhan gazed at the tattered woman on the ground as he bent down and ridiculed her, ”Do you think that since there are so many people who don't choose, you're the only one who wants to assassinate Wei Yi?”

Wangchuan endured the pain and asked in a hoarse voice, ”What do you mean by that?”

Yue Fu proudly raised his eyebrows, looking even more sad and pitiful.

”I asked Gu Zheng for you to use the betrothal gift as my maid, then I asked him to personally order you to assassinate Wei Qianshou!”

Wu Chuan swallowed the blood in his mouth. For the first time, the dagger at her waist burned with the heat of a soldering iron, causing her heart to ache.

After so many years of viewing it as a treasure, it turned out to be a joke.

Yue Fujun casually walked in front of Wu Chuan and squatted down. While stroking his sleeves, he said slowly:

”I am the daughter of King Yongding Palace. You, a servant, think about my things. ”Look at you, you look like a wild dog.”

”Tsk tsk, I was very happy to see it.”

Yue Fushe's humiliating words penetrated Wu Chuan's ear, then turned into an invisible sword and pierced towards her heart.

”There's one more thing I forgot to tell you.”

The corners of Yue Fu's mouth lifted up in contempt as he said:

”The lord has never cared about you. He favored you because you had the same face as the one he loved. You are just a shadow, a substitute. ”

Wu Chuan fiercely grabbed his chest, and with a ”pu” sound, blood sprayed out from his body.