6 What a Pity (1/2)

The air was still.

Three meters away, Pei Yuan observed the young lady, whose slender figure carved a graceful silhouette against the moonlit sky. Every outline was beautifully created, and in the dark, her small, delicate chin appeared especially lustrous. All of a sudden, Pei Yuan felt unsettled.

She had been fond of Senior Brother Yan for the longest time. While no one was aware of the love affair between him and Meng Fuyao, she had her suspicions. Nevertheless, she simply couldn't justify it. Why would he take a liking to such an ugly and useless girl? Pei Yuan had never been bothered by Fuyao since she had beauty, talent, status, and intelligence. Who in the world could surpass her?

Senior Brother Yan was a smart man. There was no way he could be ignorant of the benefits of marriage with her. Plus, who else if not her, was worthy of him and his excellence?

The Yan family had indeed proposed for marriage, and Senior Brother Yan had indeed chosen her.

When given more choices, why wouldn't he choose the better one?

Only... that girl wasn't a fool and had such beauty. She was an obstacle to Pei Yuan's path to happiness and success.

Pei Yuan wasn't going to take chances.

In contrast to her unreadable eyes, a slight curl made its way down to her lips.

”Leave, Meng Fuyao. Leave and don't ever come back,” Pei Yuan looked askance at her and spoke in a haughty manner.

Meng Fuyao was startled and raised her head.

”You probably already know of Jingchen and my engagement. If not for our code of ethics, I would've followed him back to Yanjing that day. Meng Fuyao, Jingchen is my soon-to-be husband. I don't want you to appear before him ever again.”

Meng Fuyao kept her head up and smiled. ”Great, the feeling is mutual.”

Pei Yuan's lips formed a disdainful arc as she responded. ”I hope you're not actually saying it to avoid humiliation. Since you don't wish to see him, move as far away as you can and don't pester him anymore.”

She bent down to unlock the chains, but her fingers stealthily reached out to a protruding mountain rock nearby.

”Junior Sister!”

A low voice called out from behind, causing Pei Yuan to loosen her grip. She turned her head to the side and saw Fourth Senior Brother, who was in charge of guarding Meng Fuyao, striding over.

Sssss!

While unlocking the chains, Pei Yuan's diamond bracelet had somehow gotten tangled with Meng Fuyao's sleeve. Shocked by her senior brother's presence, she had whipped her body around to face him, causing Fuyao's sleeve to rip and her forearm to be exposed.

”Ah!” Pei Yuan exclaimed urgently. ”Don't come over, Fourth Senior Brother, it's improper.”

Fourth Senior Brother cast a quick side glance before stopping in his tracks. ”An important guest's about to arrive, Junior Sister. Master wants you there.”

Pei Yuan answered happily, ”Is Wuji's imperial advisor here already? It's such an honor to meet the teacher of the exceptionally classy Crown Prince.”

After some thought, she added, ”Junior Sister's clothes are torn. She'll catch a cold.” At that, she took off her red cloak.

As she squatted down, her red cloak swayed along with the breeze before landing onto Meng Fuyao's bare forearm.

Pei Yuan removed her hand from the edge of her cloak and quietly slid it underneath.

Meng Fuyao felt Pei Yuan's ice-cold fingertip on her skin and looked up at her. There was no more cheer on her face, only menace.

Pei Yuan gave Meng Fuyao a meaningful look. Then, she questioned in a low voice, ”You have the nerve to steal my man?”

Meng Fuyao jolted, and before she could answer, she felt Pei Yuan's finger consecutively jabbing her major pressure points. The right side of her body turned stiff, and she was unable to speak.

Immediately after, Pei Yuan cried out in alarm, ”Junior Sister, what are you trying to do? Why is there a dagger hidden within your sleeve? Ah!”

She orchestrated a show, vigorously moving her hand beneath the cloak and causing it to shake violently as if two fighters were exchanging blows.

Fourth Senior Brother moved forward apprehensively, but couldn't see anything.

Satisfied with her acting, Pei Yuan threw a deadly glance at Meng Fuyao. The former jolted her finger, and a mountain rock behind Meng Fuyao shifted, revealing a secret cliff. Following that, Pei Yuan unhesitatingly jerked both hands and threw Meng Fuyao off.

Before the victim could even shout, her body was already plunging down.

Tumbling sounds bounced off the cliff for a good while before stopping.

Above, the air was still.

From a distance away, Fourth Senior Brother stared at Pei Yuan's back, his eyes losing focus.

However, Pei Yuan turned around with utmost elegance, allowing her red cloak to flow freely in the air like a brightly colored cloud. She covered her mouth with a hand and opened her eyes wide before emitting a delayed cry.

”Oh my, it's all my fault for not holding on properly. Junior Sister, fell off,” Pei Yuan informed in an unsurprised tone.

A split second later, she frowned and lamented. ”Alas, to think I was kind enough to lend her my cloak. How could she take the chance to plot against me? This... Where's justice!?”