helplessly at this point, "Do you know where the princess is""I don't know.""The Prince was here with us discussing matters all this while. How could he not know where the Princess went""I guess not.....While Huāduōr was sizing Zhī'er up, Zhī'er's sharp eyes were also scanning Huāduōr from head to toe.

Looking at this extremely beautiful woman, she sneered immediately, "The one who poisoned the emperor was indeed you."

When she said this, Zhi'er used a tone of certainty. She had suspected it was this favored beauty and the commander of the Imperial Guard ever since she discovered the emperor had been poisoned.

The night she discovered the emperor had been poisoned, she was also prepared to go looking for Huāduǒr. However, before she could even get inside, she saw the Commander of the Imperial Guards sneakily appear.

At that time, she followed without hesitation and then kept sending people to investigate the president. She ignored Hua Duo'er completely.

If it weren't for Fu'er revealing the truth tonight, she would have needed some more time to figure out Huāduǒr's identity.

Faced with Zhi'er's accusation, Huāduǒ didn't admit nor deny it, she just calmly asked, "What is your relationship with the Emperor"

"Hehehe," Zhi'er sneered, "You don't deserve to know."

She's a whirlwind, impatient and eager to strike. She stormed into the palace that very night, determined to take Flowerbud's life as soon as possible.

...and with that said, he acted almost instantly, launching himself towards Huahua.

Zhi'er drew her sword and charged straight at Huaduo. She moved like a swallow, light and agile, floating gracefully to Huaduo's side. From Fu'er, she had learned that this Hua貴妃 was not as gentle as she appeared, so she did not hesitate for a moment when drawing her blade.

The flower bud smelled a sharp murderous aura and instinctively dodged backward. She quickly pulled out the long sword she had prepared from under the table, subconsciously raising it to block. The two swords clashed with a clang, sparks flying as they met.

The two fought, and for a moment, it was unclear who had the upper hand. Huāduō was from a family of martial artists and had been training since she was young. It wouldn't be easy for Zhī'er to hurt her by herself.

It's a pity, Zhi'er is at least the leader of the Western Regions Evil Clan. Although her martial arts skills aren't great, she can pull out poison from anywhere on her body.

As they fought, she took advantage of Huadu'er's distraction and with a wave of her hand, white powder flew from her sleeve straight towards Huadu'er's face.

Although Huāduǒ saw through the trick and held her breath in time, the powder she flung hung suspended in the air for a long time. Unluckily, she still inhaled some of it.

The poison was extremely potent. After just a short while, Huāduǒ felt a heavy sensation in her head and began to see double, almost unable to make out the true position of Zhī'ěr who stood before her.

While she was dazed, Chi'er pressed her advantage, and in a short while her sword had slashed through Huaduo'er's arms.

Hua Duo'er instinctively sheathed her sword, and then her back and legs were cut one by one.

But each wound was non-lethal. Chi'er seemed to be deliberately teasing her, as if she could have taken advantage of her being drugged, dazed and incoherent, and simply killed her outright.

But Chi-er did not do so. She seemed to be torturing her, as if preparing to inflict wound after wound upon her body, slowly tormenting her.

In the end, the sword in Zhi'er's hand pointed at her face. When Huado'er was completely unprepared, the sword in her hand still drew a few cuts on Huado'er's face, directly ruining her beauty.

At this time, seeing the flowers destroyed and the face covered in blood, Zhi'er had a playful smile on her lips. "Now that I've ruined your face, I'll have him come over later to see it with his own eyes. Let's see if he'll still look at you twice."

"......" Let me know if you'd like to translate any other text!

He, of course, refers to the emperor.

At first, the emperor brought back Huaduo entirely because of her breathtaking beauty. Especially her face, for some reason, the more he looked at it, the more he saw a resemblance to Mo Yunjing's mother.

The original text comes from T&a; Read Novel~. &a;

Zhi'er already hated Mo Yunjing's mother, so seeing Huāduǒr couldn't help but be angry.

Besides, when a man falls for another woman, no woman wouldn't resent or get angry. Since they can't handle their own men, they naturally find ways to vent their anger on that other woman.

Chi'er is no exception. Any woman who tries to steal her man, she wants to personally take their lives.

Since she had already decided to stay by the emperor's side, she naturally had to deal with all the women who surrounded him.

Tonight, she'll start with this flower. Kill her first. The other concubines, she'll deal with them slowly.

Chi'er perhaps felt that the flower had completely lost its ability to fight back, so her guard was lowered at this moment.

As if sensing the opportune moment, Huaduo took advantage and threw the only packet of drug powder she had onto Zhi'er's face.

This bag of sleeping pills was given to her by An Xuetang for self-defense. She always thought she wouldn't need them, after all, the emperor had been dancing around her finger and wouldn't have a chance to do anything to her.

I never thought I'd have to use this.

Zi'er frowned, her face contorting in pain as she stumbled back after being accidentally dosed with medicine.

This night, Hua Duoer and this group of people chased each other, running but couldn't outrun them. She could only fight and kill these people before continuing to run.

Back and forth, it wore her out.

The injuries on his body had reached a point of no return.

Fortunately, she made it back to the Beijang Prince's Mansion after all her efforts.

She was determined to come back, both to see her best friend one last time before she passed away and to warn An Xue Tang to be careful of Zhi'er. She was now certain that the person who had been tying down the emperor all this time was Zhi'er.his fists slightly, his eyes filled with apology. He gave this group of brothers a deep look and finally just managed to say two words, "Sorry.""! "An Xuetang's pupils shrank, it seemed Feng Ming was...