White Robe

Chapter 69

I stared blankly ahead and said indifferently, "The most painful thing is... you always wanted me to leave Shang Shaochang, which is why you always wanted to kill me. Now that I've left him, isn't this the result you expected?"

Lan Ye slowly smiled and said, "Of course not... How can your little feelings be considered the true pain in the world!" She slowly turned around and said softly, "The most painful thing in the world is when the person you love cannot be by your side. You can only watch them laugh and be happy, but you can only watch their laughter, as if a knife is slowly cutting your own flesh!" She suddenly turned around, gritted her teeth and said hatefully, "That is pain! Real pain!"

I said coldly, "Is this what you call pain? It's just your wishful thinking and jealousy." I raised a finger and said in a deep voice, "Is this the kind of pain you feel towards my master?"

Lan Ye's expression changed drastically; her snow-white face suddenly turned ashen.

I looked at her, my face as still as water.

But I felt that my back was already soaked with sweat.

I'm only strong enough to barely lift my arm; I can't even stand up.

"So what if he's jealous! Why can't I be by his side?" Lan Ye suddenly grabbed my collar, lifted me off the chair, and shrieked, "He'd rather like a married woman than me! What's wrong with me! Aren't I a thousand times, ten thousand times more beautiful than her!"

With a "thud," I was thrown back into the chair by the woman in front of me, whose eyes were burning with jealousy.

Just now, as I wished, I finally stood up once.

However, the consequence of standing up was that his whole body ached as if it had fallen apart.

"He just likes that woman! That most despicable, ugliest woman!"

He simply wanted to watch her quietly and call her in the gentlest voice: Si'er, Si'er.

Even if the girl in his heart already has another man's child!

My mind raced. Ever since I learned Mr. Feng's real name from Lan Ye, I'd felt like I'd forgotten something. I vaguely felt I had the answer, but something was always missing—

What has been lingering in my mind is a painting, a painting hanging in the Yanliang Valley.

The painting depicts a man and a woman; the woman is beautiful and the man is heroic.

The painting was signed with two small characters: Shao Yi.

I have long silk threads, like the waves of Dongting Lake; your intentions are endless, like the waters of the Yangtze River…

I was suddenly shocked and blurted out, "Si'er... is Young Master Shang... Young Master Shang..." My eyes widened, but I could hardly believe my own deduction!

Lan Ye looked at me, a slow smile appearing on his lips. He said, "As expected, it's the White-Robed Prime Minister..." Lan Ye's smile grew wider and wider as he slowly said, "You guessed right, Young Master Shang is that slut's son!"

Lan Ye's smile grew wider and wider as she said, "Do you know what the most painful thing is for a woman?" Seeing that I remained silent, she answered herself, "The most painful thing is losing the one you love most!"

"So I devised this great show."

"That woman's husband was an unknown assassin in the martial arts world. But any assassin is a target of the righteous path in the martial arts world. An assassin is an assassin, and can never live in the light of day."

"So, I arranged this assassination."

"I was not far away, watching this poor couple flee amidst the flashing blades and bloodshed, while trying to keep their bastard child alive."

"I watched that woman hug her beloved and cry uncontrollably, hahahaha—I've never been so happy at this moment! You know what? This woman is hailed as a peerless healer, yet she can't cure her lover. Her face and hands are covered in her man's blood!"

"A fate worse than death! That's the greatest gift I can give this wretched woman!"

I remained expressionless as I watched the exquisitely beautiful woman before me contort her face, uttering obscene and vulgar words. It was truly unsettling to hear such the most filthy and vile phrases coming from the mouth of a woman like her.

"Cough cough—" I coughed a few times, barely raising my hand to cover my lips, and slowly said, "But do you really feel happy? Even so, you still didn't get Mr. Feng."

Lan Ye's cold eyes swept across my face, and she actually sighed, saying, "You're right. Even so, I still didn't get him. Watching him grit his teeth and endure the pain of 'ecstasy,' how could my heart not ache!"

It was early morning, a gentle breeze was blowing, and the courtyard was even more clearly visible in the sunlight. If anyone were to see this, it would surely be a very strange sight: two women chatting in the courtyard, one sitting quietly on a wooden chair, the other standing in the yard—

Who would have thought that what they were talking about now was the most painful and helpless emotion in the world?

I have been sitting in this chair, maintaining this upright posture for at least an hour.

I remained expressionless, staring at the most terrifying, yet most beautiful woman before me.

The most terrifying women are often more terrifying than the most terrifying men.

I looked up and said calmly, "So, how did you deal with Young Master Shang?"

"Young Master Shang..." Lan Ye murmured to herself, her voice sweet as the most potent poison.

"This unpredictable man must have broken your heart."

Lan Ye's eyes sparkled as she smiled and said, "How could I bear to deal with him? When he worked for me, he was quick and efficient."

I exclaimed, "What did you say?!" I was shocked. I knew Lan Ye couldn't possibly lie to me now, but hearing it from her mouth still surprised me greatly. Although I knew that Young Master Shang was an assassin, I didn't know that he was actually a gentle assassin!

Lan Ye nodded gently and said, "His sword is the fastest and most beautiful sword I have ever seen. Just like him, he is refreshingly natural and elusive, yet he has a fatal attraction—making people want to grasp him, but they can never quite hold on to him." Lan Ye's eyes dimmed and he said, "Perhaps no woman can truly capture his heart."

A sharp pain shot through my chest, and I coughed several times, my face appearing even paler.

Lan Ye suddenly burst into laughter, a piercing laugh, and shouted, "But I hate him so much! He looks so much like that bitch! Those eyebrows, those eyes, that nose—so I cast the most vicious curse on him in the world!"

"I curse this man who carries my hatred, that he shall live a life of loneliness and suffering!"

"I've reminded him more than once that the people he loves most will all leave him!"

"His beloved family, the woman he loves... will all leave him! He can only live like the most lowly and wretched mouse, unable to live in the sunlight!"

"This is the fate I've given to this man, who's known as the world's number one assassin!"

Lan Ye laughed loudly, gazing at me sitting as still as a wooden sculpture on the wooden chair, and murmured, "Do you know, little sister, the power of this curse is about to be fulfilled on you." She walked to a stone platform, reached out and lifted the black velvet wood on it, revealing an ancient zither underneath. She laughed, "Since Yue'er's Soul-Searching Melody failed to search your soul, then I'll have to trouble myself to kill you. This Soul-Searching Melody, played by me, and accompanied by your master's favorite Jiao Wei Qin, will surely be much more beautiful." Lan Ye's beautiful face twisted in agony, becoming utterly ferocious, and she said:

"Don't hate me. If you must hate someone, hate that stupid and foolish Young Master Shang."