Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême - Chapitre 273
It was noon, so it couldn't be the Ninth Prince's business. "Who came?" Could it be that Ziyi had called him away? Thinking of this possibility, Sikong's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
Shivering under the chill, Fu Hai said, "The city gatekeeper... finished delivering the message... and then left."
"What did you say?"
Fu Hai's forehead was covered in sweat: "This humble servant does not know... This humble servant... I only know that His Majesty asked afterwards... This humble servant... often heard whether he brought back any news about Lord Shen."
Ziyi! Sikong paused, his thoughts racing: The city gate official? Chang Ting? Shen Ziyi? Could it be that Ziyi has left the city?
Sikong suddenly crushed the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand.
Fu Hai hurriedly retreated.
Impossible. He didn't get the news. Uncle Zhong didn't...
Sikong suddenly realized: Zhongli's behavior last night was strange.
Sikong suddenly awoke with a start... Could it be... could it be Zhongli...?
Sikong dared not think any further, abandoned Fuhai, and sped away.
Sikong ran into Ziyi's courtyard, a haunted house with a sinister atmosphere and a messy courtyard: "Ziyi!"
Sikong kicked open the door: "Ziyi!" Nobody was there!
Where is Ziyi?! Where did Ziyi go?! Sikong rushed out of the city.
"Shen Ziyi! If you dare to run away, I dare to kill you!" But he never expected that it would become a fact without him having to lift a finger.
Sikong grabbed the city gatekeeper by the neck and said menacingly, "Did Lord Shen leave the city yesterday?"
The minor official at the city gate was so frightened he forgot to speak. "Where is Lord Shen?!" He'd rather be choked than not answer.
The city gatekeeper was stunned by the sudden appearance of the important figure before him, while the others quickly regained their senses and said, "Greetings, Your Excellency Prime Minister."
"Where is Lord Shen?!" He didn't have time for nonsense!
"Reporting to...Prime Minister...Lord Shen...leaved the city yesterday..."
Upon hearing this, Sikong immediately abandoned him and ran towards the city gate: he would chase her to the ends of the earth and bring her back!
“Master.” Zhongli followed closely behind.
"Uncle Zhong, who's with Ziyi?" No one's around; Ziyi is in danger.
Zhongli tried his best to keep up with his master's pace. He looked at Sikong Qian rushing by and felt gratified: a long time ago, his master didn't even dare to go out and would sit on his shoulder and act coquettishly.
The current master: holds great power, has come of age, and even he is no match for the master. The master is perfect and deserves a better woman.
Zhongli decided to lay his cards on the table, and he resolutely said, "Master, there's no need to look anymore."
Sikong stopped abruptly: "Do you know where she is?" He forced down his surging joy and asked Zhongli calmly.
Zhongli bowed deeply to his master: "Master, if Lord Shen were to betray you, what would you do?"
As for betrayal, he wouldn't give her the chance to do so, even if he could take it back. At worst, they would both perish!
"Kill him! Then kill yourself!"
Zhongli looked up: "Master is still Master. He will not let anyone who tries to harm him get away with it. Master has given instructions that no one is allowed to harm the head of the Sikong family for any reason! Shen Ziyi must die. She has no reason not to die."
"Master, he's dead!" After last night, there's no way he could have survived.
Sikong was stunned. Words spoken in jest and facts were two different things. He forgot what he was supposed to do, forgot everything that followed, forgot his unparalleled martial arts skills, forgot his identity…
He looked at Zhongli blankly and uttered three words in a daze: "You're lying to me." She just left the city to find Wu Hui. She didn't choose him again, that's all. It's not what you're saying...
Zhongli stared intently at Sikong: "Master, Shen Ziyi is dead." He had done it himself; if his master needed to vent his anger, he would do it willingly. From the moment he did it, he had no intention of living.
He only hoped that his master could get over the hurt that person had caused him and return to his former peaceful and calm self.
Sikong didn't move. He dared not move; he didn't even dare breathe. He was afraid of this fact; he was truly afraid.
Shen Ziyi! It's about Shen Ziyi! It's about Ziyi's life or death! He couldn't accept this news; he hadn't heard it: "You're lying to me." Sikong repeated these three words. These three words meant a great deal to him. As long as you nod, I'll give you everything I have!
Zhongli stared at him, cruelly remaining motionless.
Sikong went berserk. A fierce wind arose, sand and stones flew, and the sky changed color: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! -- Ziyi! -- Ziyi is perfectly fine, Ziyi has hidden himself!"
More and more snakes are gathering here, and even though many die as they come, they keep coming one after another.
The snakes hissed and groaned for miles around, their blood staining the ground.
Zhongli struggled to retreat from the killing intent's range, anxiously saying, "Master! He has wronged you!"
Sikong Wangran: She wronged him? What is there to say? Who did she wrong? She had no choice but to do it that way. He was too confident and that's what hurt her. She did right by him. Who says she wronged him? It was him who was bad, who deliberately bullied her! He was just jealous of her…
Sikong, blinded by his own power, couldn't control the leakage of his inner energy...
The snakes stretched out like a vast sea, under a thick blanket of dark clouds.
An impossible giant python emerged, surrounded by seven fierce serpents:
It has a crown on its head, resembling a dragon but not quite.
As soon as he appeared, the snakes stirred and began fighting each other.
The giant python coiled up, trapping Sikong in the middle. Sikong spun around aimlessly, saying, "Shen Ziyi, where's Shen Ziyi? You're lying to me... You must be lying to me..."