She, Han Jing, deserves to die!
Ha!
She deserves to die? What did she do wrong to deserve death? She originally came from a noble family, enjoying happiness and prosperity, but because her superpower was discovered, at the tender age of five, her family was destroyed! She was secretly sent away by her grandfather, hiding in fear, enduring endless suffering at a young age, yet still couldn’t escape the clutches of darkness. Nearly twenty years as an assassin, constantly risking her life for others, being controlled, and in the end, betrayed by the very organization she served and lost her life! Just because they feared her betrayal, they schemed to ruin her!
She deserves to die? She would like to know, for what reason does she, Han Jing, deserve to die!
Han Jing’s eyes were bloodshot, coldly staring at the woman in blue, commanding her to look into her eyes and coldly shouting: "Speak, tell me, why does Han Jing deserve to die?"
The woman in blue was dumbfounded, everyone knew Han Jing was arrogant and bad-tempered. Though she had often provoked her, she had never seen such a terrifying Han Jing! That gaze, cold enough to pierce through to the bone, made her entire body freeze!
She couldn’t even feel the burning pain on her face!
"Han Jing, you are out of line! Let her go! No matter how you misbehave, the daughter of General Han is not someone you can insult at will!" Prince Ling, standing aside, felt a wave of disgust upon seeing Han Jing’s relentless demeanor!
How could such a woman be fit to be his Princess Consort!
"Yes, big sister, please let go of Sister Han. Just now you fell into the water, everyone saw it was because you accidentally fell in, it had nothing to do with Sister Han! How can you blame her for it?" Han Yan said anxiously, then turned to Prince Ling, softly urging: "Prince Ling, please persuade big sister, she usually listens to you most!"
In Prince Ling’s mind immediately appeared Han Jing’s usual infatuated look towards him, making him feel even more disgusted. His face turned especially grim, and his voice sank a few tones: "Han Jing! If you don’t release her, don’t blame me for being rude to you!"
Hearing the voice, Han Jing turned her face coolly to look at the man and woman who were echoing each other, familiar facial features, but for a moment, she couldn’t remember who they were.
Suddenly, a wave of strange memories surged into her mind, leaving her somewhat confused.
What was going on? Wasn’t she dead? No, she was still alive, but how could she still be alive?
Han Jing looked around in confusion, hearing the whispers, feeling the warmth of people’s breaths in the air, convincing her it wasn’t a dream, she really was alive?
She suddenly stretched out her other hand, grabbing Han Yuxiao by the neck. Her neck was warm...
Han Jing’s sharp nails scratched across Han Yuxiao’s neck, red blood flowing out, staining Han Jing’s cold fingers, indeed, it was warm.
She was alive, Han Jing was still alive!
Han Jing’s lips curled up suddenly. She was alive, good, very good! From now on, Han Jing would live better than anyone else! She would no longer be controlled by anyone! Not even the heavens! If heaven dares to doom her, she will destroy heaven! If the gods want to annihilate her, she will destroy the gods! She, Han Jing, will no longer live just to survive! She will trample the whole world underfoot! All people will live according to her will!
Han Jing’s smile was especially sinister and terrifying on her face, marked by a palm-sized birthmark on her left cheek!
Han Yuxiao saw the horrifying smile on her face again after being scratched on the neck,
"Ah——"