Chapter 284 - In Desperate Danger, Blood-Stained Dress (1/2)

Yirong was Feng Yulei’s lead maidservant and naturally knew that someone missing in His Highness’s room mattered. She immediately and calmly ordered Yiyun. “Quickly, you go search outside while I search inside.”

Anyway, she must find Her Highness Han. Even if Her Highness Han was dead, she must see the body!

Yiyun made a throat-cutting gesture. None of them was an ordinary maidservant. They followed Feng Yulei to not only serve but also protect him. Yiyun placed her hand on her waist, where there was a soft sword. The sword had tasted blood and killed people.

Mo Xuetong hid under the bed, and she could just see Yiyun’s fierce face from her position. At that moment, she could only clench her teeth to suppress her scream. It never occurred to her that since Feng Yuran had female guards like Mo Ye, how did Feng Yulei not have them?

Yirong and Yiyun were roles like Mo Ye.

In front of them, she couldn’t match a single of them, let alone two of them together.

She felt sweat in her palms. Swords in her hands were trembling. She tried hard to hold her breath to hide her traces. She would hold on as long as she could.

If the man who sent her here wanted to trap Feng Yulei, now was the best time for the man to barge in. If he saw she and Feng Yulei lying together, clothes disheveled, even if nothing happened between the two, people would still think she had been tainted by King Yan.

If she, out of embarra.s.sment, killed herself by b.u.mping into the walls, Father and Feng Yulei would genuinely become enemies.

If she didn’t die on the spot… seeing the two maidservants armed with swords, Mo Xuetong suddenly realized that they had carefully planned everything. They could totally kill her amidst the chaos, and Feng Yulei’s two maidservants were to blame. Since two servants carried weapons, they could naturally kill the two to protect their master.

It meant that no matter if she wanted to die or not, things would still end the same!

The man planned so carefully and acted so heartlessly!

Now, she must wait, wait for Mo Ye to find her missing and track her here.

Nimble footsteps drew nearer to Mo Xuetong, and she could occasionally hear things rustling. Yirong was looking for her. One could only hide in a few places in this room. Mo Xuetong subconsciously felt nervous and tried hard to slow down her heartbeats. She was afraid of being found out because of her abnormality.

They said that kung fu pract.i.tioners could find where you hid by the speed of your heartbeats.

The footsteps grew even closer. The patterned dress slowly floated to her. At that moment, Mo Xuetong seemed to hear Death calling her, so her fists grew even tighter. She didn’t need to hold her breath anymore because her breaths and heartbeats almost stopped. At that instant, Mo Xuetong should wish the person who framed her would show up.

She knew that the next moment, if Yirong found her hiding under the bed, Yirong’s sword would stab into her throat without hesitation and kill her in one strike, leaving her not even a chance to speak.

She even desperately realized that the swords in her hands were so short that they couldn’t block Yirong’s longsword at all, and she was, again, a delicate girl who practiced no kung fu whatsoever.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps…

She was getting closer and closer!

Three steps!

Sweat dripped down from Mo Xuetong’s face. She couldn’t wait for death. Even if she had to die, she would die dignified. After calculation, she placed one sword in front of her and pointed in the direction where the ta.s.sels were hung. Her finger seemed to have pressed on a red switch at the bottom of the sword on its own, calculating.

She completely failed to know why she would nimbly press on the inconspicuous b.u.t.ton at the end of the handle as if she would have known it without looking, or as if she had known it in her last life and now she just found it by instinct.

Now, Yirong was only three steps away from her. One step closer, Yirong’s hand would lift the ta.s.sels hung down from the bed, and she would show up before Yirong, defenselessly. The moment of life and death was about to come. Sweat almost soaked her inner clothes. However, no matter what would happen, she would fight to death.

The longsword reflected the candlelight in the room, so dazzling it blurred her vision.

The tip of the sword lifted the ta.s.sels as if Death were lifting its eyelids, ferocious and scary.

Would she really die with a tarnished reputation again in her second life?

No, she did not want to! Mo Xuetong gritted her teeth and opened her eyes wide open. By instinct, she forcibly stabbed out the sword. At least, she would gain some advantage or hold on a little longer before she died. She was racing against time! She stabbed right at where Yirong’s feet were and wished that the venom which Feng Yuran smeared on the sword could save her.

The sword seemed to have stuck into something. Subconsciously, her arm pushed further with force. Blood splashed on the hanging ta.s.sels, and a few drops of them squirted onto Mo Xuetong’s face. The hot fresh blood burned and her hands and feet weakened; she almost lost grab of the short sword in her hand.

Then, she heard a flop. Something seemed to have fallen to the ground.

Mo Xuetong was still holding her sword, while her body completely collapsed to the ground, her eyes full of terror and scare. Thick blood smell instantly permeated the air, rus.h.i.+ng to her mind, chest, and stomach. She wanted to throw up. Pale-faced, she looked at the pair of lifeless and open eyes that were once s.h.i.+ning through the ta.s.sels.

Dead, that girl should die!

“She should be killed by my short sword!”