Xiao Qianyin sneered inwardly. Trying to overwhelm her with his aura? Seeing that he was sickly and beautiful, she hadn’t wanted to bother with him, yet he had decided to lock horns with her instead?
Unwilling to show weakness, she met his gaze. Those eyes were clear and cold, like the cycle of the ages; sharp, proud, and piercing, like icy light and falling snow seeping into the marrow. They seemed capable of seizing one’s very soul. Coupled with the vast, world-despising air she had cultivated through the Longevity Art, the man who had always remained calm and unhurried finally showed a trace of astonishment.
“Prince Yu, when words do not agree, half a sentence is too much. I have no intention of continuing this conversation with you. Farewell! Qing’er, let’s go!”
She lifted her chin and, without even sparing him another glance, descended the stairs with graceful composure. Her footsteps echoed through the main hall. Sickly beauty? Bah. A venomous beauty was more like it! Next time she ran into him, she would definitely take a detour. The prettier something was, the more dangerous it became!
In order to avoid having to spend silver on life insurance, accident insurance, and all sorts of other messy insurances in the future, she had to cherish life and stay far away from beautiful men!
“This is the first time anyone has dared to clash with Shen Wuyou so arrogantly. She really is an interesting woman!”
Ji Ce laughed so hard he could barely contain himself. Upon his bewitchingly lovely face was a wicked, seductive air. The guards, long used to their master’s face, naturally felt nothing, but if it were anyone else, they would probably bleed from all seven orifices on the spot—beautiful to death.
“Miss, that was Prince Yu, His Majesty’s most favored nephew!” Even after they had left the teahouse, Qing’er still had not quite come back to herself and spoke in a daze.
“So what? He’s imperial kin, so if he mocks me, I have to accept it all without complaint? Where in the world is there such a convenient thing? Don’t tell me you want your young miss to be slapped on the left cheek, then eagerly offer up the right cheek too? Only an idiot would do that!”
What she had always believed was this: when someone slapped your left cheek, you had to go right up to them and return it with punches and kicks, plus a hundred years’ worth of interest.
An eye for an eye was the true way!
“Uh, Qing’er is just afraid Prince Yu will make trouble!”
“I’ve offended him before anyway, and not just once or twice. What’s there to be afraid of?”
That Prince Yu from earlier had targeted her at every turn. After thinking about it, she supposed there really was a grudge between them, though it was a problem left behind by the original owner. Now that the person was gone, as the successor, she had no choice but to take it on as well.
In a few days, she would be returning to Lushan Academy to withdraw from school. No doubt she would encounter all sorts of lovestruck women, freakish aunties, perverted maniacs, and creepy uncles. Just thinking of that scene made her blood boil. How long had it been since she had last messed with people? She took a deep breath and smiled darkly. Demons and monsters from every side—bring it on!