When Tu Xiang behaved so fiercely, Xu Jiayi took two steps back in fright. But when she saw that a metal gate separated them, she calmed down. “Otherwise, do you think a lowly commoner like you could have married a princess? You aren’t even fit to lick my shoes.”
To her, Tu Xiang was a commoner. Even though he had risen in status because he’d married into the Feng Clan, his ancestry was still lowly.
If Xu Jiayi hadn’t gotten pregnant before marriage and marrying him hadn’t been the only way to get her into Feng Manor, Tu Xiang would never have wedded her.
“Xu Jiayi, you sl*t!” The veins on Tu Xiang’s hands were bulging from gripping the cell bars so tightly. He was like a wild beast that had been caged, ready to rush out and bite someone anytime.
Si Rong had broken several bones and was lying on the bed. Through the gate, he could see Tu Xiupei seated quietly, and he used a weak voice to promise her, “Pei’er, don’t worry, once I get out, we can conquer the world together. When that happens, I will be Emperor, and you will be Empress.”
Everything had happened so quickly, and he didn’t have any defense. Now, he was basically waiting to die.
But Tu Xiupei was different. She was a disciple at Flying Frost Pavilion, and they would surely do something about this. She liked him, so as long as he made her some sweet promises, she would be deeply moved and bring him along. Together, they would leave this place.
He was going to hang onto Tu Xiupei’s hand in the hopes of starting over. He was still determined to conquer the world.
Tu Xiupei played with her fingers and snorted, “Stop dreaming.”
“Believe me, now that something has happened to me, my men are already preparing their counterattack. We’ll be able to get out and conquer this world. As long as we join hands, there’s nothing we can’t do.” Si Rong spoke too anxiously, agitating his internal injuries. He coughed violently.
“What I’m saying is, you’re just a toad, so stop lusting after me!” Tu Xiupei looked mockingly at the stunned Si Rong and proceeded to comb her hair. “You’re just a loser who’s been thrown in jail. Do you seriously want to marry me? What a joke. I don’t even care for your Second Brother.”
“What…what do you mean?” Si Rong wanted to sit up, but because his bones were broken, he could only remain lying on the bed.
Tu Xiupei snorted, “I’ve been nice to you lately only because I wanted Feng Tianlan and Tu Xiuyu to feel jealous. I was using you to oppose them. Too bad, only one of you died.”
If Feng Tianlan hadn’t gone after the Wargod, she was sure that Feng Tianlan would have died from anger. What a pity.
“No, no, that’s not true. You like me very much. Didn’t you say that you were willing to bear the blame and guilt for my sake?” Si Rong propped himself up as much as he could in disbelief. She was his last hope – if she didn’t care about him, then he was really going to die.
Tu Xiupei laughed mockingly, “And who’s the real guilty person now?”
“You…you little sl*t!” Si Rong coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood before lying back down. He glared straight at Tu Xiupei.
Tu Xiupei looked at the chain on her slim wrists and frowned. “It’s better to know yourself before trying anything. Since you were just a dumb weakling, you should have just married Feng Tianlan in the first place. Wouldn’t that have been wonderful?”
If Si Rong had married Feng Tianlan from the beginning, then the Wargod wouldn’t have fallen for her and done so many things to help her, and they wouldn’t have ended up like this.
But none of this had anything to do with her. Her Master would save her from this place.
DONG! DONG! DONG! Steady footsteps echoed creepily in the dark jail cell. It sounded like vengeful spirits were coming to take their lives.
Tu Xiupei looked up to see the figure approaching, and her eyes lit up.
