Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 217

I quickly closed my eyes, afraid to look at anything. At that moment, I realized there was nothing I could do.

--Thump--! Someone fell to the ground.

Chou Qian quickly wrapped me up, his icy aura chilling me to the bone. "Prime Minister... this servant is willing to die in exchange for your apprehension..."

"Yin'an!" Qianqing cried out in alarm, rushing forward to support the fallen figure: "Yin'an, why did you have to..."

"Your Majesty... the rules of the Sikong Mansion dictate that one must pay with one's life for possessions. This servant is willing to die!"

"Hidden peace!"

"The next... commander... please listen..."

Chou Qian didn't move. He looked at Qian Qing and said, "Should I do it myself?" He was determined. Snow began to fall around us. I trembled all over. I was stunned. I was completely stunned.

Tears streamed down my face. I was afraid, terrified of this ugly humility.

Qian Qing drew her sword in resentment, pointing it at Chou Qian, and declared, "I'll oblige!"

Qian Qing made his move, and Chou Qian, holding me, faced off against Qian Qing one-on-one. Sword light flashed, and the energy surged. Neither of them would give way.

Chou Qian's sword exuded murderous intent, while Qian Qing's sword was sharp and ruthless.

What could I say? Should I yell "Stop!"? If I did, it would be fine with Qianqing, but what about Chouqian? He's been acting strangely all day. How could I dare to say anything?

Qian Qing flew out, while Chou Qian pressed forward step by step.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. Ugly Qian, you—

"Let me go!" I hit him. I wanted to go home. I wanted to see everything beyond my control.

Upon hearing this, Chou Qian dealt with Qian Qing with one hand and grabbed me with the other: "Don't want to die! Shut up!" His face was frosty and his voice was devoid of its usual gentleness.

Was I wrong? I shouldn't have...

"Let her go!" Qianqing drew her sword with equal ferocity.

Chou Qian was furious. He threw down his longsword, and his silver hair flashed like lightning as he attacked Qian Qing.

Qianqing struggled and retreated step by step.

Chou Qian's fighting spirit surged; he wouldn't rest until he killed Qian Qing.

Looking at the two strangers, I felt like I had wasted my life.

Qianqing, I'm sorry, it's all my fault.

I glanced at the cold-eyed ugly man, pulled out the dagger from his side, and hoped that my self-inflicted injury would work.

I made the cut with my eyes closed—it didn't hurt—

Chou Qian knocked the dagger from my hand, his gaze growing colder as he looked at me: "I thought I had treated you well." His words were chilling.

Qianqing was anxious to attack Chouqian, but the gap was too big. Chouqian could kill him within ten moves. He hasn't made a move yet. Is he waiting for me?

"I was wrong." Those three words won't kill anyone.

Chou Qian picked up the dagger from the ground, glanced at the futile Qian Qing, and smiled eerily, "Qian Qing, she's mine! Remember, she's mine, whether she lives or dies."

Chou Qian raised his hand, and the dagger pierced my left shoulder. I endured it without crying out: "Remember your mistake."

Sikong Qian! You're ruthless! We'll never forgive each other.

Qian Qing exclaimed in surprise, "Sikong, you—!"

Chou Qian moved his hand, and strands of silver hair returned to their place: "She will belong to me from now on."

Chou Qian turned around with me in his arms and blatantly stepped over the corpses to leave.

Feeling timid, I knew no one could be safe having someone like that by their side.

Blood gushed from his left shoulder, but Chou Qian remained unmoved.

That's really something, you're incredibly ruthless!

I absolutely have to find a way to dump you!

[The Beauty's Smile: Chapter Eighty-Seven]

The Sikong Mansion was deserted and eerily quiet.

I glanced at the wound on my shoulder, afraid to cry out in pain. "Put me down." If the blood keeps flowing, I'll die.

Sikong didn't even look at me, he just took me inside and locked me in his territory.

He slowly took out the first-aid kit and applied the medicine to my wound.

Chouqian's actions were very gentle, so gentle that they could make honey.

I don't think he's in a better mood now; on the contrary, I think his mind has gotten worse.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, my voice warm and comforting. "It hurts so you'll listen to me." Chouqian slowly applied the medicine to my skin, focused and attentive. "Such beautiful skin, and you don't know how to cherish it. It's all your fault for being disobedient." He spoke softly and gently, his eyes filled with longing.

I just watched him, and he talked to himself. "Be good from now on."

The more I looked at him, the more terrified I became. How could he be like this? The man I used to be—