[1] Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

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Chapter 1.3 The Short-Lived White Moonlight (Part 3)

　　In the book, after Sang Yuanyuan’s death, Han Shaoling, the male lead, really did not touch the female lead Meng Wuyou for some time. It’s just that human’s plans are inferior to the heavens’ will. No matter how hard the second female supporting character tries to keep the ball rolling, it is no match for the dog blood[1] and golden finger[2] that the God of Plot arranged for the female lead.

　　”No,” Sang Yuanyuan said weakly, “You didn’t see the main point. We need to solve the problem from the root. “

　　You Yingyue squints her eyes.

　　The old woman that was behind her said: “Concubine, the poison is ready, we can send her to the road (of death).”

　　Sang Yuanyuan felt her own heart suddenly plummet down.

　　When the word “death” falls to one’s head, everyone will of course be afraid. Especially for those who have died once were fully aware of the great terror between life and death.

　　You Yingyue took over the poison, slowly pulled her lips down and said: “You can beg me. I will give you a chance to say one word. If you can coax and satisfy me, I will spare you.”

　　Her eyes were darkly gloomy and calm, and the corners of her lips were full of sarcasm.

　　Sang Yuanyuan knows that inside You Yingyue’s heart, there doesn’t exist the option of “letting go alive”. This one word is her, Sang Yuanyuan’s last testament. She either died having no qualms, or pleading hopelessly and died extremely pitifully.

　　One word.

　　Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath and then said in a raspy voice without a pause: “I actually don’t like Han Shaoling at all and was forced to marry him as long as he knows that my heart belong to another’s he will become aggrieved and resent everything that has anything to do with me that he will even disdain Meng Wuyou!”

　　One word, in one go.

　　You yingyue blanked for three seconds, her eyes slightly flickered a few times. Finally, she handed the silver wine jug to the old woman behind her.

　　”Seriously?” Her eyes dimmed.

　　”Seriously!” Sang Yuanyuan’s eyes firm.

　　You Yingyue looked at her again for a while, and the corner of her lips raised a sarcastic smile: “Impossible. Han Lang is unparalleled in the world. There is no one in the world that has an appearance, strength, wealth and status like him. Even the emperor of Tiandu[1] has joked that if she is not yet married, she will never miss out on such a good man! A person who has sailed the seven seas doesn’t think much of mere rivers. You’ve already seen Han lang. How could you like other people! You lied to me, wine! “

　　You Yingyue reached out a hand towards her back, the old woman quickly handed the silver jug.

　　“There is!” Sang Yuanyuan struggled.

　　You Yingyue pinches her woodenly lips open, draws her face close to her, a pair of beautiful eyes are filled with maliciousness, and studies Sang Yuanyuan’s face.

　　”Great. You make up one name for me then. If I have never heard of it, or whoever that was of little importance, then don’t blame me for being rude. “

　　Her other hand has touched the handle of the silver jug.

　　Sang Yuanyuan said: “Even those are better than him (HSL).”

　　This time, the one who smiled is not only You Yingyue alone. Even the old woman who was serving behind her cannot hold back a smile, shake her head and said : “The Lord is recognized as the most beautiful man in the world, took over the throne when his age was less than thirty years old, ruling a whole state, tens of thousand of people bowed their head. He is also the unmatched powerful man with Clear Spirit Base’s eighth layer. How can there be any man better than the Lord in this world?! What you have said, was just a plain joke!”

　　”There is.” Sang Yuanyuan still insists.

　　The determination in her eyes makes You Yingyue have a bit ominous feeling inside her heart.

　　Didn’t wait for You Yingyue to change her mind, the corner of Sang Yuanyuan’s woodenly lips have raised a little bit into an invisible smiles——

　　”Your, brother.”

　　The light raspy voice is like a sudden clap of thunder.

　　You Yingyue suddenly shivered violently. The old woman behind her also shook violently.

      When their fingers meet, the silver jug full of poisoned wine clanged to the ground.

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[1] Dog blood : describe those similar plots that often appear, poor imitation, or very exaggerated and fake performances.

[2] Golden Finger : a cheat.

[3] Heavenly Capital.