Within the dense foliage of the mountain woods, one could sometimes hear a beast’s low roar. The crescent moon was hanging high in the sky, where dark clouds floated, and the whole mountain was transformed into pitch-black scenery. The silence in this kind of atmosphere provoked even more terror.
Shang Wuxin breathed out softly. Her every step was nimble, not making a single sound. She had not eaten for several days already, and more importantly, she had clearly detected that her body was poisoned and in poor health. If she met a wild animal at this moment, even if she didn’t die, she would lose half her life.
Even when her body was weak and faint, Shang Wuxin’s back was perfectly straight, her head held high. Though she cut a sorry figure right now, she was still like the king of this forest. The pair of wild, keen animal-like eyes were constantly on the alert as she looked over her surroundings. If any situation arose, she was prepared to fight back. Even if she was currently no good, she would at least be able to defend herself.
Shang Wuxin’s frosty eyes looked at a motionless corpse-like man lying down ahead. Since she still hadn’t adapted to her body, even if her original skill in the martial arts was very high, the night prevented her from seeing the appearance of the man on the ground clearly. But it didn’t matter, because Shang Wuxin planned to mind her own business. In this life, she only wanted to be a heartless person. Shang Wuxin (heartless). Whether it was the previous her, or the current her, she should stay true to her own name.
Just as she was about to expressionlessly walk over the corpse, the corpse suddenly groaned. However, that didn’t change Shang Wuxin’s mind as she went on walking. She needed to return to the Crown Prince’s residence as soon as possible, and take control of her own birthright. Shang Wuxin was well aware that no matter where or when, status and prestige were essential. Even reborn, she didn’t intend to lead a dull, secluded life. As long as she grasped authority in her hands, she could command her own fate. She would then finally be unrestrained (wuxin*).
However, the corpse on the ground grabbed Shang Wuxin’s bare foot, causing her to emit a thick sense of hostility. Shang Wuxin’s foot turned, directly giving a kick to the man, who had his eyes open. The kick was aimed for his solar plexus. If it landed, in addition to his severe injury, he basically wouldn’t be able to survive.
But that man was obviously not an ordinary person. If he was, how would he possibly find himself here, and with such a serious wound as well. As Shang Wuxin’s kick approached his chest, he swiftly rolled away. Though it looked strained, Shang Wuxin could tell his martial arts weren’t low, and his endurance was very strong. Still so alert when he had such a severe injury, moreover, being capable of such accurate evasion. An obscure gleam flashed through Shang Wuxin’s eyes.
She brought her body to a squat unhurriedly. She wasn’t slow on purpose, but her body had received so many injuries, even squatting down was very difficult.
The dark clouds parted, gradually revealing the crescent moon, spreading some light in the mountain woods. Shang Wuxin borrowed the moonlight to take a look at the person on the ground. Entering her sight was a man with demonic beauty. His long black hair was untied, scattered behind him on the ground littered with dry leaves, yet it didn’t appear dirty or messy. It was smoothly spread out like fine silk. Under the delicate, feminine-looking brows was a pair of bewitching eyes that could steal a person’s soul. Because they were on guard and were showing a killing intent, the outer corners were slightly raised up, increasing his allure even more. His pale, red lips were gently pursed in a faint smile, but Shang Wuxin could sense the immense killing intent aimed at her right now. This evildoer’s heart was certainly black. Skin fair like snow seemed to give off a silvery glow, but Shang Wuxin could smell the thick scent of blood on him. It was the unique scent of someone who had murdered too many, unable to wash off the stains.
Han Xuan Hao had lost consciousness just recently, due to his injury. In a daze, he’d felt someone passing by, thus he’d instinctively wanted to grab the presented opportunity. But he’d unexpectedly sensed the dense aura of death, so he endured the pain gushing from his chest, and hastily dodged to the side. Even if he was severely hurt, he knew that if he hadn’t dodged, he’d already be registering in hell. If he wasn’t injured, how would he possibly allow himself to be reduced to this state. He decided he would absolutely kill this person.
Han Xuan Hao looked at the man slowly squatting down, his whole body brimming with killing intent. He highly loathed other people standing too close to him. Whether it was men, or women, no one dared to get close to him, or else they’d be slain immediately. It was a first for him to be so helpless.
When he noticed the approaching person was assessing him, Han Xuan Hao also started sizing him up. He then became shocked.
Notes: *The word play on her name continues… WuXin can mean heartless, having no interest, not minding stuff, not in the mood, etc.
Edited by Lili ❤