Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

Panda Novel

However, there were no ifs in life.

A defeat was a defeat, and the only thing he could do was be open-minded about it… because what else could he do other than that?

Bang—

Suddenly, Liu Rushuang fired a slap down at the yard, and shards of rock and dust flew everywhere.

Prime Minister Liu—who was still in the building jumped from the shock, his crafty gaze twitching as he eventually opened the doors for a look.

“What’s going on?”

He asked coldly, frowning when he saw the huge, deep crater in the middle of the yard.

“P-Prime Minister, I do not know! T-That hole appeared out of the blue! It’s so bizarre!”

A servant reported gingerly.

Prime Minister Liu’s face paled. What the hell was going on?

He took a step forward hesitantly.

In the next instant—

His whole body caught fire, and he unwittingly stumbled forward at the crater.

Thud—

He dropped headfirst into the crater.

Argh—

Shrill screams echoed from the crater, though it was soon gone.

Whoosh—

Then, a cyclone gusted, burying the crater in dirt.

Withdrawing her hand, Liu Rushuang picked up Little White Flower and was gone in a flash.

Little White Flower was left gaping. She could clearly see that the fat man had been set on fire and fell into the crater, before being buried.

What was actually going on?

Through it all, Nangong Ba had been watching as Liu Rushuang raised her hand and lower it, understanding that she was the culprit.

He could not help sighing in awe—that was simply ruthless.

She had always appeared so mild and harmless, but it was truly chilling to see her when she goes on a rampage.

Still, it made sense since Shuang’er was a member of an assassin clan, and their leader at that… how else could she have survived if she had not been ruthless?

There was a troubled smile on his face, and he disappeared over the roof in a flash as well.

“Help! The prime minister needs help!”

“Run! Save yourselves! Who cares about the prime minister?”

“Makes sense! Argh… guess there really are ghosts in this world!”

“How could there be none? You just saw what happened yourself!”

“Run away!”

***

In the end, every servant packed up and ran away from the prime minister’s residence.

The prime minister was himself left in the hole alone, and a cool breeze blew over it, kicking dust into the air, blowing away all grudges along with it.

***

Liu Rushuang no longer appeared mild and stunning now.

She was now melancholic, because she had her own limits too.

Soon, they arrived at a garden of peach blossoms.

Pulling Little White Flower’s hand as she slowly advanced, her eyes were fixed on a nearby tombstone.

Pausing, Little White Flower asked in curiosity, “What is that, milady? ”

“It’s a grave, where people would be buried after they died.”

“Who’s inside?”

“The one who loves me the most in this life.”

“If she’s dead, does that mean the one who loves you most is gone?”

Liu Rushuang said nothing to that.

Letting go of Little White Flower’s hand, she broke into a dance that Wu Xiyu had taught her.

Like a floating butterfly, her style was incredible and her footwork soft. Gusts of breezes kicked up as the peach blossoms fall, covering the filthiness of the ground and leaving only purity and beauty.

Nangong Ba and Little White Flower stood and watch quietly in the distance.

It was an elegant offering that left people worshipful.

More peach blossoms sprinkled over the ground as the dance ended, and Liu Rushuang closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked up to Little White Flower while casting a sad glance at Nangong Ba. Still, she said nothing and left with Little White Flower.

Walking up to the grave, Nangong Ba said evenly, “You are actually very lucky.”