87 Grieving Ghos (2/2)

”Mother, who's owing whom...” Meng Fuyao waved, continuing, ”I don't wish to see her, and I won't pretend to forgive her. Ask her to scram, as far as her dreams take her. It would best if she committed suicide somewhere far away and never appeared before me again. Otherwise, I might just stab her in the stomach when in a bad mood.”

Yao Xun rolled his eyes, responding, ”You don't really plan to stab her, do you? You're being too lenient, no? She almost killed you.”

Meng Fuyao threw a quick glance at him. ”I've always been a nice person to negotiate with. Someone's betrayed me twice, but I let that go too, didn't I?”

Yao Xun kept quiet, proceeding to scratch his nose. Some time later, he added, ”Hu Sang begs to see you and insists on apologizing to you, face to face.”

”Mother, she's pushing it.” In a fit of anger, Meng Fuyao kicked over a stool by the bed. ”Alright, you want to torture me? Let's play.”

Hu Sang walked timidly into the room, and Meng Fuyao almost couldn't recognize her.

How did a beautiful girl turn into this ghost-like figure in a matter of days? So frail and pale. She could star in a horror movie without any makeup.

There Meng Fuyao was, judging someone else's appearance when she herself wasn't any better. She was even thinner and paler, no different from a sheet of paper that could easily be crushed.

Hu Sang lifted her head slowly, meeting Meng Fuyao's gaze but quickly retracting it. She felt her legs going limp.

”Mayor Meng... it's my fault... I must have been possessed... please forgive me...”

She cried like a pear tree blossoming in the spring rain, ceaselessly smashing her head against the ground beneath Meng Fuyao's feet. Meng Fuyao glared at her coldly, without the slightest bit of sympathy, only feeling increasingly irked.

There were always girls in this world who were overconfident about their beauty and brain, and they believed that everyone would pacify them when they were unhappy. As such, when angry they would rage and retaliate without considering the validity of their standpoint and justification.

Such people were despicable and repulsive. They were scums who squandered resources in the world. Meng Fuyao would be glad to see her commit suicide as a means of escaping punishment, but Hu Sang was unwilling. Plus, it wouldn't be easy for Meng Fuyao, not because she would feel sorry for her or because she wanted to change her. The main reason was that she was the one who had started it all. She had willfully forced Zhangsun Wuji to accept the handkerchief, and it was then that Hu Sang's love was shot dead. Otherwise, none of these would've happened. She was the one who had struck Hu Sang with another blow of disappointment, which had ultimately led her onto the path of evil.

Since she was the one at fault first, she had given up the thought of killing Hu Sang. Furthermore, a heartbroken girl was capable of doing anything and never could be treated as a normal human being. Meng Fuyao kept her gratitude and grudges well and clear, but she should investigate the mastermind behind the encirclement of Yaocheng and not a small figure like Hu Sang. 'King De, King De... just you wait.'

Yet, she wasn't going to feel satisfied without teaching her a lesson. Was she a practitioner of Buddhism? Or was she the Holy Mother herself? Fancy letting someone who had almost caused her life off. Her initial plan to throw Hu Sang in jail for a few days before letting her experience the best torture equipment they had in the nation to kill off her vicious currents was about to go down the drain.

Why? Before she could go into details as to how she would torture Hu Sang, Zhan Beiye had entered the room.

He walked in, looking her straight in the eye, while the kneeling girl went unnoticed until her hand got stepped on.

”Ah!” she let out, instantly pulling her hand out and crying. ”Deafened,” Prince Zhan continued walking forward as if there was no one else in the room. Every step he took created a vigorous gust of wind that blew Hu Sang to a side.

Over there, Lord Yuan Bao had appeared randomly, waiting for Hu Sang with his eyes lit up. As Hu Sang flew over, he immediately untied a bag by his side.

Balls of donkey dung rolled out and were smeared all over Hu Sang's face.

Lord Yuan Bao squeaked in delight, dashing over to the girl, who was screaming incessantly. Reaching her shoulder, the guinea pig started pissing a fountain that penetrated the incoming dung balls before they splashed onto and down her whole face.