Chapter 175 - Fleeing the Carriage and The Struggle between Life and Death. (1/2)

“Do, do you have any water?” The girl’s voice sounded fearful in the dark. It was difficult for anyone to raise their guard around her.

“There’s water on the table.” Sima Lingyun could not be bothered with Mo Xuetong right now. He was planning when his body double should appear. The carriage had traveled quite a distance and they should be near the city gates. It was the Empress Dowager’s birthday today and the whole nation was celebrating it. There would be a lot of people on the streets. There was also a lantern festival on the streets at night. The city gate was a good spot since it was brightly lit.

As long as a fuss was made at the city gate, the Mo Manor would not be able to cover this up even if they wanted to.

There was a sudden crash that startled Sima Lingyun. His eyes flew open.

“My, my hands are weak and I can’t hold the water.” She explained fearfully. Sima Lingyun felt disdain for her. How could she be considered crafty? Mo Xuemin had overestimated her. She was a girl who had grown up in Cloud City. She was ignorant and a coward. What could she do? He would control her in the future and he would get whatever he wanted.

Mo Xuetong patted the carriage boards in the dark while she muttered fearfully. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to!”

Pain shot up her fingers. She had touched something sharp. It was a broken piece of porcelain from earlier. She could not be bothered with the sharp pain in her hands. She touched the object carefully and was surprised and pleased to find that it was a sharp and long piece of porcelain shard. It could be used to defend herself. She held the shard in her other hand. She could hear Sima Lingyun saying impatiently, “I’ll tie you up if you cause any more trouble.”

She replied fearfully, “I, I won’t make another sound.”

While she seemed to sound afraid, she held the porcelain shard tightly between her fingers. Blood stained her fingers without her noticing. She held the porcelain shard in her pale hands tightly, the sharp edge facing Sima Lingyun in the dark. She had come for revenge. How could she allow Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin to hurt her again and again?

She had already died once. What else was she afraid of!

Even if she died again, she would not let them off easily. In her past life, she wanted to drag them into the burning fire to burn with her. However, she ended up dying in the burning flames. In this life, she would not allow them to live well. Even though her hand hurt, it could not dispell the hatred she felt for them.

The hatred could burn heaven and earth. It burned in her heart!

She was not in love with Sima Lingyun in this life. Sima Lingyun wanted to tarnish her reputation. This time, she would not let him off. Those who owed their lives had to pay with their lives. Sima Lingyun owed her not only her life. There was also Mother Xu, Mo Lan, and Mo Yu. They had all died in the hands of the adulterous pair. Her eyes were filled with the color of blood…

In her past life, she had not been able to accomplish much even when she had paid for it with her life. In this life, she would not allow something like that to happen again!

That was why she would not let Sima Lingyun off this time. She would cause him true harm.

Noises could vaguely be heard outside the carriage. The sounds of people talking joyfully could be heard from time to time. He was going to be the hero and save the beauty in a crowded place! Mo Xuetong’s eyes shone in the dark. She was so nervous her fingers were shaking. She pointed the porcelain shard at the man’s throat!

They were both waiting for an opportunity to strike!

They could hear the joyful voices while they sat in the dark. It made the atmosphere in the carriage seem even more stifling. Mo Xuetong, whose left wrist was being held tightly, could sense how determined Sima Lingyun was. She had lived two lives and knew what that meant. Sima Lingyun was going to tarnish her reputation today, by hook or by crook. He was going to make it so that she had no choice but to marry him.

Pain that could not be hidden appeared in her eyes which were supposed to be crystal clear. Rage filled her eyes!

A chill spread from her soles to her limbs. Even her blood and bones felt as if they were frozen. The pain intensified.

However, there was a brilliant smile on her face. The smile was brilliantly cold! It was a vicious and demonic smile.

She could not forget. She could not forget. She had felt cold even in the burning fire. The hatred was carved in her bones!

The volume of the voices outside lowered. She could still hear the voices of people talking in the distance. The carriage stopped hastily at an angle far away from the street. Snow continued to fall from above. The large snowflakes fell from the sky. The street turned in a few meters from where they were. Even though it was late at night, there were still happy people walking on the streets and admiring the lanterns…

Most of the shops were still opened and the voices were everywhere. They were all celebrating the Empress Dowager’s birthday. There would occasionally be the sounds of firecrackers being lit and the startled cries of children.

At the corner was a restaurant that did not get many customers usually. However, it was filled to the brim today. The private rooms upstairs were all filled. The manager was so happy that he calculated his earnings over and over again. It was a satisfying New Year. The year had only just started and he could already see the coming prosperity.

Upstairs, facing the corner of the street, Mo Xuemin sat with Mo Xiu. The room was dimly lit compared to the brightly lit streets outside. The darkness made it hard to see the vicious and cold smile on Mo Xuemin’s face.

“Miss, look. Is it His Excellency? Look, over there. That carriage.” Mo Xiu had been sprawled out behind the window all this while to keep watch on the situation outside. She suddenly turned around and called out to Mo Xuemin who was sitting by the table. She could not help but turn pale at the cold and vicious expression on Mo Xuemin’s face. She hurriedly repeated herself softly.