Chapter 417: The Return of the Queen
Wang Santing blurted out, “You’re that little b*tch?”
The moment she said that, she suddenly realized she had said the wrong thing. She hadn’t fallen out with Qin Yi yet and looked embarrassed as panic flashed across her watery eyes.
Qin Yi sneered, “Little b*tch? Tsk, Wang Santing. Stop putting on an act. What you did that time has already been exposed.
“You swapped me and Qin Jiaojiao, and you wanted to know how your precious daughter is doing? She’s dead. I killed her a few days ago. Speaking of which, Qin Jiaojiao looked quite similar to you, especially those watery eyes.”
Disgustingly similar.
Wang Santing made Qin Yi suffer, so she wanted her to suffer as well. Qin Jiaojiao was her limit, so Qin Yi kept stepping on it non-stop.
“Impossible! You’re lying!” Wang Santing didn’t believe her, her face contorting in anger as she screamed, “You little b*tch! You’re lying! My Jiaojiao- How could that happen to my Jiaojiao?”
Qin Yi’s heart ached. My Jiaojiao. What an intimate way of addressing her. This was what she yearned for in the past, but she hated it so much right now.
“You don’t believe me? You can ask anyone. Qin Jiaojiao is dead. Your precious daughter is dead, so Wang Santing, why should you continue living?” Qin Yi asked in a low voice, her phoenix eyes frosty.
Qin Yi couldn’t describe what she felt towards Wang Santing. Hate? Yes, but she was more like a stranger to her now. Those things that Qin Yi had wanted in the past didn’t matter anymore now.
However, that didn’t mean that she had forgiven Wang Santing. Qin Yi wanted Wang Santing’s life. Whether or not she was the real Wang Santing, Qin Yi wouldn’t let her go.
Wang Santing was shocked. That’s right, what was the point in living? Qin Yi didn’t look like she was lying. If her Jiaojiao was really gone… Without her Jiaojiao, what was the point in living?
No… She still had something she could do. She could take revenge for Jiaojiao!
Wang Santing looked at the cold and elegant youth before her with hatred. Even while Qin Yi was in a male disguise, her face still had some hints of Sun Zhilan’s reflection.
Qin Yi had relatively great skin and she had inherited all of Sun Zhilan and Qin Mian’s good points. She had beautiful facial features and looked even better than Sun Zhilan, but that was exactly why Wang Santing hated Qin Yi so much.
“You caused Jiaojiao’s death, so you shall pay for it with your life!”
Wang Santing pounced towards Qin Yi directly. Her gaze was ferocious and vengeful. This was the first time she regretted not killing this little b*tch in the past. She should have killed Qin Yi from the start, getting it over and done with.
Qin Yi’s phoenix eyes looked as if they were about to freeze into ice. She looked down, her long lashes hanging low. Her pupils, which were glistening like black crystals, suddenly displayed a hint of viciousness.
“Pay for it with my life? Tsk. I would like to see who will be the one dying today.”
She moved her bare hand and Wang Santing’s legs froze to the ground. She couldn’t move them at all, looking at Qin Yi in horror.
“What sorcery did you use? Quick, let me go! I am your mother; you can’t do this to me.”
Qin Yi smiled, and her cold temperament changed suddenly. Her phoenix eyes reddened, the brows on her flawless face, which appeared to be kissed by the gods, were raised and her delicate fingers went across her red lips. Her entire being suddenly became demonized, just like a blooming black spider lily—dangerous, yet deadly and alluring.
The Qin Yi of this moment was no longer the elegant and cold prince, but a queen that had returned from hell. She was undoubtedly in love with this feeling; she, Qin Yi, didn’t want to be a prince anymore, but the queen of this world.
The unrivalled queen.