Chapter 3: 003: Evil Servants Plot to Scheme

003: Evil Servants Plot a Scheme

"There isn't much difference, but the one in the room is, after all, the Grand Preceptor's granddaughter and the Marquis of Ningyuan's only daughter. We..."

The person who spoke first glanced toward the candlelit room, then spat on the ground, cutting off the person beside them. With a face full of disdain, they said, "With that idiot in the room, the Grand Preceptor probably doesn't even know which one she is."

"The Grand Preceptor might not know, but the Marquis of Ningyuan knows he has a daughter after all. If we truly act according to the news sent from the manor, once the matter comes to light, you and I will be the first to be punished."

"What is there to fear? We are merely errand runners. Even if the matter is exposed, someone from the manor will take the fall for us by passing us the messages! Besides, both our families have accepted their silver. If we don't get the job done, how can we account for ourselves when we return to the capital? Also..." The woman speaking looked around the courtyard, then lowered her voice to continue, "Also, aside from our two families who came from the manor to serve, the other households are just mountain farmers. What could they possibly know?"

"You mean to say that only the two of us know about this, and as long as we don't speak of it, nothing will happen at all?"

"That's the logic."

Of the two speakers, the one with the acerbic and mean-spirited words was short in stature and thin in build, with slanted eyebrows, triangular eyes, thin lips, a flat nose, and a head of grayish-white hair neatly combed back into a simple bun, held by a visibly faded silver hairpin. At a glance, she was clearly a calculating person. The other was just as bad in terms of character, almost neck and neck with the first, but her physical build was exactly the opposite.

Old Mother Cui, who was the stout and broad-shouldered one, said, "But when Young Master Ming returned to the capital this afternoon, he knew the situation here..."

Old Mother Wang's eyes widened, and she immediately cut her off: "What is Young Master Ming's status? He doesn't have the time to care whether that idiot in the room lives or dies!"

After a brief pause, she continued, "Have you forgotten why that idiot jumped into the lake this afternoon?"

"No, I haven't forgotten!" Old Mother Cui's body couldn't help but tremble at the memory of this afternoon's events, and she hurriedly replied.

Old Mother Wang clicked her tongue and said, "If you haven't forgotten, what are you afraid of? If you ask me, the entire Grand Preceptor's manor is probably wishing that idiot would die sooner!"

Old Mother Cui lowered her eyes in thought for a moment, then looked up and said, "Fine, we'll act according to the news sent from the capital." Having said this, she leaned close to Old Mother Wang's ear, her voice dropping significantly: "I think it's best if we don't let the boys come into this courtyard. After all, the person inside is the Grand Preceptor's granddaughter. If word gets out that she lost her virtue before she died, it wouldn't be a glorious thing for the Grand Preceptor's manor either."

...

Blood Dance struggled to open her eyelids, thinking to herself, "Am I not dead?" Her whole body was aching, and her head was buzzing. Logically speaking... logically speaking, she...

Betrayal. He had not only betrayed their love, but also her years of trust.

Originally, after completing this assassination mission, she could have left the organization to be his wife and bear his children.

Unexpectedly, the man was favored by a wealthy young lady. To completely rid himself of her, he set a trap. After she finished the mission, before the helicopter could even take off, she heard a loud "boom."

Heh! Before sending her "on her way," he even made a special, affectionate phone call, saying things like "I'm sorry" and "I had no choice."

A faint, bitter smile played at the corners of Blood Dance's mouth. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her brain, followed by fragments of scattered, foreign memories pouring into her mind.