51 Strings To A Puppet 1 (1/2)

ChunHua's eyes jolted in fear, her fingers curled around Hongyue's foot trying to dispel the pressure on her throat. However, that made Hongyue leaned forward and rammed down even harder. ChunHua, who was out of air seemed to have accepted her fate and stopped fighting. She welcomed her head becoming faint before Hongyue finally let her go skillfully retracting her leg. Hongyue gazed down at the unsteady miss with contempt.

Want to die? That easily? Hongyue sneered.

Hongyue stretched out and hauled ChunHua up by her hair, her eyes gleaming.

”Death seems too easy for you. Why don't we arrange something else?” Hongyue taunted.

ChunHua's mind gradually cleared as she listened to Hongyue's words, her eyes overflowed with horror. Did Hongyue intend for her to not even die peacefully? Nevertheless, she succeeded to croak her final threat out of her aching throat praying to stop Hongyue's killing intent.

”My mother won't let you go! She'll never forgive you!”

Hearing this, Hongyue stomped down on ChunHua's hand. She deliberately increased the pressure as she spoke, ”Oh~ When did this miss ever needed her approval to do what I want? Your mother won't have the time to worry about you. She'll be too busy worrying about herself.”

ChunHua's eyes widened, ”W-what do you mean?!! Don't you be too insolent! The gods will never forgive you!”

Hongyue paused, her mouth curling up. The gods will never forgive her? How absurd, she hadn't forgiven them for all her suffering, yet the gods dare interfere with her business?

”Oh, but do I care?” Hongyue declared cheerfully.

The sentence seemed to linger in the air, piercing in the ears of both Black and ChunHua. The second miss trembled before she attempted to collect herself together. What else could she say? The sister before her feared nothing.

As long as she didn't have to die, then she'll be willing to do anything. ChunHua bowed her head weakly before she asked shakily, ”What do you want to do then?”

Hongyue's eyes shone dangerously as her hand reached out for ChunHua's neck.

---------------------------------------

During the quiet night, footsteps hurriedly entered inside a lavish courtyard; ChunHua sat propped up in her bed weakly. A luxurious red blanket covered her body, and her throat was encased in a bandage. Perspiration dripped down her forehead, and the nearby lamp revealed her haggard state. Attendants rushed back and fro, attempting to care for their injured miss. Footsteps sounded busily through the room, but it did nothing to calm ChunHua's heart. Curling and uncurling her toes, ChunHua tried to smile at the woman who was quietly wiping her forehead.

”Mother,” ChunHua softly called out.

The second concubine looked at ChunHua but didn't respond. Instead, she dipped a piece of damp rag back into a wooden tub of water and twisted the water out. The concubine appeared to be rooted in thought as she moved her hands. The lamp reflected her troubled expression as she thought about the general.