Abandoned Daughter from a Noble Family: Poison to the World

Su Qingrou didn't expect that she would interfere, "If you feel that I'm sorry for what I did to you before, you can take revenge on me alone and don't involve her."

Su Qingrou was like this, she could kill people for Su Yaoqin, and the victim wanted justice, so Su Qingrou generously took all the blame on herself, an almost stupid sacrifice.

"How can that be okay? You are you and she is her. Both of you have offended me. I also just want to explain to myself who was unlucky in the past. Tit for tat. She is half dead now. I am very happy, but you It’s different.”

Manshu disabled one of Su Qingrou's hands, and she switched from the sword in her left hand to the sword in her right hand. She could still be her general guarding the frontier.

"You talk about your revenge in such a grand and noble way that you almost trample a villain like me under your feet. I originally wanted to spare you for the sake of the people on the border, but why should I live and die for others and forgive the harm? My executioner?"

Su Wanqing stabbed the right hand that was not disabled.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, this is the right way in the world.

Su Qingrou stood in front of Su Yaoqin, with cold eyes but firm attitude.

"Compared to her, I can give up on being myself."

That thin face was bulging with muscles bulging from gritted teeth. It was obvious that she had made countless tangled choices. She didn't even want to say these words at this time.

Su Yaoqin smiled when she heard this, and used the last bit of strength in her body to pierce the poisonous hairpin into her lower back. Half of her haggard face was covered in blood, and her hands were filled with Su Qingrou's blood.

"That's your choice, this is mine."

Su Yaoqin didn't have the strength to pull out the hairpin, and looked up at her snow-white to transparent neck, leaning on the wheelchair that Manshu had laid out the softest cushion for her.

Su Wanqing cast an admiring look, "It wasn't until just now that I understood you a little bit. If I had understood you earlier, would you and I have become friends who hit it off at first sight, instead of enemies who draw swords against each other?"

It's not that Su Wanqing is broad-minded, she just thinks that King Ning and King Mo are not important anymore.

She is not Bai Ruji's biological daughter. She is actually no different from Su Yaoqin.

"If you don't stop me, I can treat you as an irrelevant passerby."

Su Yaoqin laughed like a carp jumping on the river bank, gasping for air, laughing so hard that tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, "But nothing can go back."

The lovesickness Gu was wandering around her neck. It was a black cyst about the size of a thumb. It grew from large to small and dispersed into many small thin lines, which merged into Su Yaoqin's blood vessels throughout her body.

"That might be a pity," Su Wanqing leaned on the side of the boat, "Yun Kingdom can only have one emperor, and that's mine."

She threw out a poisonous needle, but Su Qingrou had no strength to stand up and continue to block it for Su Yaoqin.

A dull voice sounded, and countless silver needles penetrated the flesh. Su Yaoqin's snow-white dress was full of bloody holes.

"Once the lovesickness Gu is planted, life will be worse than death. You will be a dancing puppet in the hands of others for the rest of your life. I don't want to end your pain so quickly. I just want to watch you struggle for a few years."

Su Wanqing thought of the thatched cottage in her previous life, and couldn't stop trembling with the joints in her bones. There weren't many things worth remembering in this world. She was just a selfish ghost who coveted the last bit of beauty.

"If the cold bone needle pricks you, your whole life will be like soaking in that cold pool. Day after day, you can neither die nor expect life."

Su Wanqing smiled at Su Yaoqin who was biting her lip and trembling, turned around and jumped off the boat.

The boatman followed Manshu's instructions and continued to sail south.

"Manshu, I will only ask you once, where did you move Prince Ning's batch of arms?"