Revenge for My Sister - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“As expected of some tiny border nation. A princess dies, and their emperor doesn’t even dare let out a fart!”

“But you have to admit, she was a princess after all. Playing with her really was different!”

“Wasn’t it? Those cries, those tears… tsk, tsk, tsk. If Consort Rong hadn’t ordered us to destroy her face and ruin her corpse, I would’ve wanted to hide her away and play with her a little longer. What a pity… What a pity.”

“No matter. We sent Princess Junhua back, didn’t we? Wasn’t it so we could demand another princess? I doubt that spineless emperor would dare refuse!”

“Who knows if the next princess will be as much of a treat for us… heh, hahahaha…”

I leaned against the wall outside the courtyard and took a deep breath.

My elder sister’s body. The envoys’ conversation.

There weren’t many fragments, but they were enough to piece together part of the truth.

The hand gripping my dagger began to tremble. Some nameless emotion surged up from the depths of my heart.

I kept hold of that dagger until I barged into Mother’s bedchamber.

Father was there too, along with several of the princesses.

Great Xia still wanted a marriage alliance. The princesses had cried their eyes red. They didn’t want to go, but they had no choice.

Father was still the same as ever. The benevolence and kindness he had once been praised for in his youth had, in this moment, become weakness and cowardice.

The reality that even with the strength of the entire nation, we still could not stand against Great Xia made him look somewhat aged.

When he saw me, he shot to his feet.

Only after seeing there wasn’t a trace of blood on my dagger did he let out a breath of relief. “Zhaohua, is something the matter?” he asked.

I nodded. “Send me for the marriage alliance.”

Father and Mother both went pale.

No one knows a daughter better than her mother. Mother was the first to react, tears spilling from her eyes. “Zhaohua, you mustn’t!”

I closed my eyes for a moment.

Mother didn’t know. Father didn’t know.

None of them knew.

Since that was the case, I would tell them. “Right now, I only want to kill. Whether I kill people from Great Xia or people within this palace-Father, Mother, you may decide for yourselves.”

One month later, I stood, as I wished, in Great Xia’s imperial capital.

Great Xia’s emperor did not summon me immediately, but I did meet Consort Rong.

She was a woman of clear, delicate features, and with the support of her brocade robes and finery, she managed to force out a few traces of beauty.

She looked down at me, hooked a finger beneath my chin, and forced me to raise my head. “Just like that elder sister of yours. Born a little slut.”

I split my mouth into a grin. “Is Your Highness saying I’m as beautiful as my elder sister?”

In truth, I wasn’t.

My elder sister had been far prettier than me.

If she hadn’t been that beautiful, why was it that every time my elder sister shed tears because of me, I always felt as if I had done something wrong?

Consort Rong’s expression changed. She raised her hand to slap me.

In this world, if anyone was allowed to hit me, it could only be my elder sister.

I lifted my hand and seized Consort Rong’s wrist, not holding back in the slightest. “Your Highness should be careful with your hand. If you put it in the wrong place and leave a mark on my face, Your Majesty will be displeased.”

Consort Rong’s face twisted with pain. While signaling the palace maids with her eyes, she cursed me. “What lowly slut dares teach me what to do? If I want to hit you, do I have to check the calendar first?”

“Shouldn’t you?” I released her hand, sat down casually, and touched my own face.

What a fine face this was, to make the person who murdered my elder sister hate it so much.

Reining in my thoughts, I gave a coy laugh. “Your Majesty hasn’t ‘used’ me yet. What if he suddenly takes an interest today… hm?”

That dog emperor had allowed someone to kill my elder sister, yet still wanted to demand another princess.

What he loved was us exotic beauties, wasn’t it?

Something he hadn’t “used” yet-who would dare touch it?

Sure enough, Consort Rong stopped.

She glared at me resentfully, then seemed to think of something and suddenly smiled. “Then you’d best pray Your Majesty never favors you. After all, you know what happens to a princess after she has been favored.”

At the mention of my elder sister, my smile grew even brighter.

But I said nothing.

Consort Rong looked at me strangely, then waved her hand in disgust. “Sick in the head.”