She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 385 - 384: 7749 Days of Waiting

"Wan... Wanwan!" Xiao Pingfeng swore it was the first time in his life he felt such terror.

Yan Wanqing cocked an eyebrow at him, "Getting pretty bold, aren’t you? Starting a business behind my back."

"Sweetheart, what are you talking about? I was only afraid you were overthinking and working too hard," Xiao Pingfeng hurriedly explained.

A couple must never go to bed angry; misunderstandings and conflicts must be resolved immediately, even if it means persistently badgering until things stick together—never giving each other the cold shoulder.

Otherwise, what you think is just one night, in her eyes, you might already be dead by morning.

Xiao Pingfeng etched his mother’s words deep into his mind, remembering them at heart.

"How would I dare to hide anything from you? Besides, it’s impossible to keep secrets from you. I was planning to tell you all about it as soon as we got back to our room," Xiao Pingfeng said in a softened voice, his tall and robust frame appearing quite vulnerable and pitiful at the moment.

"Hmph." Yan Wanqing snorted lightly and turned, striding away.

That left the Crown Prince in a panic, hastily following after her.

"Sweetheart, I was wrong, so very wrong. Every mistake is my own, I shouldn’t have done these things behind your back."

"Don’t be mad, okay~? How about you punch me twice to blow off some steam? Don’t keep it bottled up inside, it’s only going to hurt you in the end."

After hearing that, Yan Wanqing stopped, raising her hand to give him a couple of hits.

But seeing the person in front of her with eyes glistening bright, she forcefully held back.

She couldn’t possibly use her Inner Strength to strike; two dry punches would be utterly inconsequential.

"I won’t!"

The Crown Prince, puzzled, asked, "Why not?"

"Afraid you’d enjoy it too much."

"Two punches might not be enough, maybe tonight we should try the little whip?" The Crown Prince, seeing Cong Ge still far behind, whispered into her ear, his gaze lowering to witness her earlobes blush to a pink hue instantly, a hint of amusement flickering within his deep, dark eyes.

"Xiao Pingfeng you—" His words made her fluster.

A believer in the notion that if you can’t beat them, avoid them, she pushed away the man like a stubborn little calf and ran huffily towards her place.

Unbeknownst to her, this scene was witnessed by her two younger sisters.

"Big sister seems to have become childish," Yan Hongzhao clicked her tongue in astonishment.

She had never seen her big sister be so petulant and willful.

It was definitely a refreshing change.

Yan Lingzhen looked up at her fifth elder sister, her expression numb. She was accustomed to seeing such scenes unfold before her five or six times a day, with the Crown Prince always trailing behind their big sister like a parched dog, constantly coaxing her.

"...A woman in love often becomes less shrewd."

"Xiaoliu, did you forget that just now big sister heard all of the Crown Prince’s plans at the door?" Yan Hongzhao thought Yan Xiaoliu was really lost in the clouds, to say Yan Wanqing was less shrewd.

The whole world knew that Yan Wanqing was like a female Zhuge Liang, full of deep strategies, conjuring plots and schemes in the blink of an eye.

Yan Xiaoliu: "...I was hasty."

...

The night was deep and quiet.

A small, nimble shadow slipped into the cramped tunnel.

This was where Huai Xinmei was held captive.

Her hands and feet were still intact, but they were shackled to a cross with iron chains, a cloth gag tightly bound around her mouth to prevent her from biting her own tongue to suicide. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Seemingly hearing something, Huai Xinmei weakly opened her eyes.

At the moment she saw the approaching figure, she shivered uncontrollably.

"Wuwuwu!" Huai Xinmei cried out in fear.

The newcomer took off the pitch-black hooded cloak and tossed it onto a chair nearby, revealing a delicate and fair face.

Unlike the innocent and adorable image of Yan Family’s Xiaoliu during the day, Yan Lingzhen now had a touch of wickedness and coldness in her eyes.

And her lips curved into a bloodthirsty smile.

"Miss Huai seems very excited to see me, do you miss me?" she said as she placed the small medicine box she was carrying on a table inside the room, leisurely taking out its contents one by one and arranging them.

Most were jars of medicine.

When Huai Xinmei saw those exquisite little jars, the fear in her eyes grew even more evident.

These past few days, this seemingly innocent young girl had been coming over every other night when it was quiet, each time tormenting her until she wished she were dead.

"Today, as usual, we’ll start with a Rot Heart Insect to pave the way," Yan Lingzhen said as she opened a pitch-black jar, emotionlessly tipping out a blood-red Ironclad Beetle with very sharp serrations.

Yan Lingzhen placed the insect on Huai Xinmei’s wrist, where the Rot Heart Insect familiarly found the wound and effortlessly tore open the scab before burrowing directly into the flesh, the entire process both terrifying and bloody.

The one in the most pain was Huai Xinmei herself; she wanted to cry out loud, but her mouth was fiercely gagged, causing her to make only continuous wuwuwu noises.

"Does it hurt? Good, that night, I too felt such agony as I watched people die inside the city gates, powerless to help despite being wide-eyed with fear," Yan Lingzhen’s eyes were sinister as she lifted a silver needle, about to jab it into Huai Xinmei’s eye when she saw her tightly shut her eyes, she sneered coldly: "So you can feel fear, and you can scream in pain?"

She thrust the silver needle into the nape of her neck, intensifying the pain brought by the Rot Heart Insect.

"I thought your heart was made of stone, otherwise how could you be so cold-blooded and indifferent for your own selfish gain, treating other people’s lives as if they don’t matter!"

Huai Xinmei was already in so much pain she was nearly convulsing.

Yan Lingzhen emotionlessly poured the medicine down the corner of Huai Xinmei’s lips.

"I won’t let you die, not until I find a way to resolve the Concentric Gu, Huai Xinmei, I’ll make sure you stay alive, living a life worse than death."

She carelessly tossed the empty medicine bottle onto the floor and picked up another jar, this one a vibrant red.

"Huai Xinmei, don’t worry, the night is long, we can keep playing until dawn," she said with an innocently amused smile as she placed a slender insect onto her own face in front of the terrified Huai Xinmei.

People from the Northern Border are most proficient with Poisonous Insect Poison, from the moment they can babble, they grow most intimate with these Poisonous Insects and venomous snakes, so these insects from the Northern Border would not harm her life.

But the pain is real.

And so is the fear.

The thought of these disgusting insects crawling inside her body, skittering across her most cherished features, made Huai Xinmei feel she’d rather be dead!

If she died, the exalted Crown Prince would die as well. Every time Huai Xinmei thought of this, the physical pain seemed to be psychologically comforting.

She wouldn’t die, she didn’t want to die.

Huai Xinmei intended to survive, to constantly antagonize that woman named Yan Wanqing.

As long as she lived another day, the Concentric Gu in the Crown Prince’s body would resonate with her for one more day.

After the passing of forty-nine days, when the Concentric Gu completely merges with the heart’s blood vessels and flesh.

She could rely on the connection between the insects to naturally draw the Crown Prince closer to her.

Ordinary Concentric Gu would not do this.

But this was an insect specially cultivated by the Elders.

Yan Wanqing would not anticipate this, and ultimately Huai Xinmei was one step ahead.

Tears formed in the corners of Huai Xinmei’s eyes from the pain, her facial expression fierce and twisted. The night dragged on, yet only thirty-one days remained until the forty-nine days were up.