88 Sleep tight, Zhan Beiye (1/2)

Half laughing and crying, Meng Fuyao cursed, ”Go somewhere else if you want to mess with her! So dirty!” She then glared at Zhan Beiye and added, ”Useless... playing game with a guinea pig.”

”None of my business,” Zhan Beiye insisted, sitting down beside her with his golden blade. ”Don't put us together in a sentence.”

Finally, when Zhan Beiye ”saw” Hu Sang, his face turned grave as he stared at her.

The air in the room instantly turned freezing cold with his glare, and even Hu Sang, who had been screaming her lungs out, shuddered and cowered into a corner

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Unfamiliar with that side of him, Meng Fuyao turned to Zhan Beiye. 'Aye, this guy seems pretty imposing when stern. A pity those dark eye circles ruin the look a little.'

Ignoring her gaze, Zhan Baiye kept his on Hu Sang, his silence producing a murderous aura that stifled the air in the room. It carried an icy blade-like presence that shot toward Hu Sang, causing her to remain still, no longer even daring to wipe the tears off her face.

Meng Fuyao watched on quietly and rather doubtfully for half an hour, wondering if the girl had gone insane.

At the point where Hu Sang was about to crumble emotionally, Prince Zhan took the chance to speak up. His voice was calm yet cutting. ”Whoever harms Meng Fuyao, I must kill.”

There were no more tears to cry.

”Don't assume that I'll let you off just because you don't know martial arts. I can give up my principles for this woman.”

He looked at Hu Sang, silent and expressionless but pressurizing.

Hu Sang had started shivering. She couldn't wish for anything more than to seep into the walls. She felt suffocated in spite of the man's calm demeanor, as though her whole body was getting sliced by his gaze, to the point where her heart could no longer beat.

Hu Sang's wan complexion and chattering teeth were evidence that half her soul had already been frightened away. Zhan Beiye was satisfied, and he let out a grin before speaking in a bright tone, ”But I know she's not going to kill you. Not because she can't bear to, but because you mean too little. Only cheap women like you would blindly succumb to resentment and selfishness.”

”I respect her decision, albeit rather unwillingly.” Zhan Beiye's eyes shone brightly as he looked at Meng Fuyao. ”Aye, I'm always losing out when with you.”

Hu Sang felt a huge burden lift a little, and she couldn't help but let out a breath of relief. Her eyes welled with tears again as she looked up at the handsome with the overbearing face. Why were eligible men always appearing by Meng Fuyao's side and not in front of her?

Why was that woman, no matter how pitiful looking, always appearing so mighty and above everyone else? Her bright aura was unconcealable, whereas she herself was destined to carry dirt all over her body and kiss the ground that woman stepped on?

Hu Sang did not understand what humanity's highest point was, but she knew that her life was a total failure.

She wiped the sludge off her face with her sleeve, but she knew deep down that some things would leave a stain forever.

No longer willing to look at her, Zhan Beiye ordered, ”Scram.”

Hu Sang bit her lips and retreated with a bow. Upon reaching the door, she heard Zhan Beiye's icy voice. ”Oh, forgot to tell you. You're spared from a death sentence, but your debt will not be written off.”

Hu Sang turned around, her legs slowly giving way.

”But you can repay it slowly. If 1 year isn't enough, take 10, if not, your whole life,” nasty Prince Zhan spoke slowly. ”I'll have to find things for you to do or you'll come up with ideas to harm others again.”

Seeing Hu Sang stagger off Meng Fuyao shook her head. ”Oh, ruthless. Ruthless.”

'The bills... tsk tsk, will she end up selling her body?'

”Who's ruthless?” asked Zhan Beiye, grabbing and chasing Lord Yuan Bao out the door before leaning dangerously close toward Meng Fuyao. Baring his teeth like a beast, he questioned, ”You don't know what's good for you, eh?”

Meng Fuyao swung her palm out, shouting, ”Go no further or talk to my sunflower acupuncture point jabbing hand!”

”Right, and I have dragon phoenix claws!” Zhan Beiye smacked Meng Fuyao's strengthless hand away. ”Why are you like this, my princess?”

”Princess... your head!” Meng Fuyao raged. ”Go marry whoever you want. I'll not serve you.”

”I won't let you serve me,” Zhan Beiye smiled, before continuing indifferently, ”I'll get a hundred servant girls to serve you. You can have a new one each day if you'd like that...'

Meng Fuyao shuddered, mumbling, ”What a tacky mansion life...” As she murmured, Zhan Bieye started loosening his boots.