Chapter 7: Revenge (1)

“……”

The three women to her right were cursing one after another.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, you lowly piece of trash! You’re not responding—are you still pining for Tong Huan? He belongs to my eldest sister! You slut, you’re only fit to carry shoes for that useless Prince!”

Yi Xin'er sneered. In the Prime Minister's manor, she could say whatever she wanted to whomever she pleased. The Third Prince was widely recognized as a useless waste, much like Yi Weicen; he was merely a noble Prince, and no one dared to touch him. That was exactly why Yi Xin'er had the audacity to speak this way.

“The Prince is so noble that I am indeed only fit to carry his shoes. However, some people don't even have the qualification to be the Prince's insoles. Second Sister, wouldn't you agree?”

These words were clearly aimed at Yi Xin'er. Her almond eyes instantly bulged in rage, and she grabbed Yi Weicen's hand in a fit of humiliated fury: “You lowly wretch, how dare you speak to me like that!”

A strange, enchanting, and spirited smile finally appeared at the corners of Yi Weicen's mouth, looking much like an elf crawling out of hell. She turned around to face them directly, making the three arrogant young ladies before her feel a sense of dread.

“You... who are you?” Yi Xin'er screamed, her face turning pale with terror.

The smile at the corners of Ji Fei's mouth slowly expanded into her eyes, becoming even more bewitching, more seductive, and more bone-chilling. The more they locked eyes with her, the more terrified their hearts became.

“Am I not the lowly, ugly idiot you all speak of? Has Second Sister forgotten her younger sister's face?”

“Impossible...”

This face was dazzlingly beautiful; how could it be Yi Weicen?

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Sorcery. You must be just like that vulgar mother of yours—both of you are lowly women who practice sorcery.”

“Hmph, with such status and position, you have the audacity to try and ruin Sister Li Shang's marriage. You're simply overestimating yourself. You truly are a lowly wretch; it's not just about what methods you used to make yourself pretty. What, Yi Weicen, do you think that by becoming beautiful, you can win Tong Huan's heart? Stop dreaming!”

Yi Xin'er insulted her viciously, wanting to see Yi Weicen fall into a state of painful madness, but she received no reaction.

“Strange, why isn't this fool throwing a tantrum?” Yi Xin'er couldn't help but feel bored.

In the past, whenever they insulted Yi Weicen or snatched her things, Yi Weicen would pounce on them crying and screaming like a mad dog. They would often frame Yi Weicen for starting the fight, so even if they beat her until she was bruised and battered, their father would never blame them.

Today, this wench had actually fallen silent. It was truly strange. Had the collision actually made her even stupider, to the point where she didn't even know how to fight back?

“Sister Linglong, in my opinion, we should just twist her hand off. Who told her to dare to be disrespectful to you!”

Yi Weicen cast a cold glance at the speaking Yi Yuefen. “I wondered who it was, but it's just another waste from a concubine's line. Let me think... you seem to be at the initial stage of the Yellow Earth level, right? In a few days, I will at least be a Princess Consort. You, a Yellow Earth level waste, could be crushed to death at any moment. Watch your mouth!”

Yi Yuefen was furious. Without a second thought, she swung a palm toward her, but Yi Xin'er suddenly felt a sharp sting in her hand as Yi Weicen's figure moved backward over a dozen steps in an eerie, unpredictable manner.

Yi Yuefen was a ruthless woman. This slap carried the most powerful force within the Yellow Earth level; one strike would have shattered her cheekbone.

She intended to ruin her face, and if she were lucky, she could "accidentally" kill her.

Yi Yuefen's flip missed its mark. Thinking of the loss of face in front of her two legitimate elder sisters, her anger grew even deeper.