Chapter 47: Onward to the Massacre
“Get lost, you! Don’t let me see you again!” Yelled Liu Rushuang gritted his teeth.
She decided to leave this tyrant!
She didn’t want to ever see him again!
Han Moze wasn’t the least bit worried about Liu Rushuang trying to get revenge. “Judging by your tone of voice, you still want to teach me a lesson?” He said with a sinister smile.
Liu Rushuang’s eyes burned with rage. She gritted her teeth and silently glared at Han Moze.
This was definitely the most petulant thing she’d ever encountered in her life.
She couldn’t beat this tyrant, so all she could do was run away!
Hmph!
She didn’t want to marry that vile tyrant!
With a vicious gaze, Han Moze laughed coldly and said, “We’re a married couple from now on, so it’d be best if you spoke more politely. Otherwise, I’ll make you pay for it with your body!”
Liu Rushuang glared at Han Moze with an even more vicious look on his face and clenched her jaw.
*Hoooo…*
Han Moze blew an oddly melodic whistle, then strolled leisurely away.
The ice blue wisp in the room also disappeared after him, leaving only Liu Rushuang, fuming in the room.
She furiously clenched her fists, walked up to the table, and sat down.
Qing’Er carried the dishes into the room and felt the slightest chill inside. “Young Miss, what just happened? Why is it so cold in the room?”
Then, she placed the dishes on the table, then sat opposite Liu Rushuang.
Liu Rushuang furrowed her brows and with a cold look on her face, she flatly said, “It’s nothing. An annoying mosquito just came into the room that’s all!”
Qing’Er couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
The Young Miss was seriously funny!
There weren’t any mosquitoes in this room…
Liu Rushuang grinned and picked up her chopsticks.
After Liu Rushuang finished eating, she looked for a brush and some paper, then wrote several words down and put it on the table.
She picked up her bag, carried Qing’Er from the balcony and jumped without the slightest bit of hesitation.
She flew onto a lower rooftop, then put Qing’Er down.
Qing’Er hadn’t quite registered what happened. Why did the Young Miss suddenly decide to leave?
“Young Miss, do you not plan to marry the Emperor of Beiming?” Asked Qing’Er with wide eyes.
Liu Rushuang stood upon the roof, as her clothes drifted with the Spring breeze and she shone radiantly like the moon. “I never want to see him ever again!”
She would only end up harassed being with someone that powerful and domineering, so she decided she’s be better off staying far far away from him.
Qing’Er nodded a little speculatively. The Young Miss said she doesn’t want to see him, so that’s how it’s going to be.
With that, she curved the corner of her mouth into a confident smile. The Young Miss could definitely find an even better man!
Liu Rushuang placed Qing’Er down in one place, then went to Minister Liu’s Mansion by flying herself into a room in the main courtyard.
In the room, Madam Liu lamented, “I never imagined that the idiot won!”
Mama Zhao, the elderly maid, had a wicked smile on her face as she walked over to Madam Liu. “Madam, don’t worry. People in the palace definitely won’t let that fool get away with it!”
“That’s true. Judging by the Emperor and the Empress’ expression yesterday, they wanted nothing more than to kill that fool. I bet the Empress has some kind of hidden tricks up his sleeve,” said Madam Liu chillingly.
Then, Madam Liu thought about Liu Rushuang’s mother and her eyes turned suddenly stern and cold. “Back then, that dancing wench also dared come into this mansion and fight me for affection! Every now and then, she would create chances to talk to Master Liu,” she cried chillingly with gritted teeth.
“Madam, why think about that wench again? Besides, she’s already tortured to death. You should have already vented all your anger by now,” responded Mama Zhao immediately with a hidden hint of proudness in her voice.