One of the guards following behind He Changdi moved forward to open the iron cell door before stepping aside respectfully.
The expressionless He Changdi strode into the jail cell, where only a single lantern was lighting the dark interior.
His line of sight landed in the corner of that narrow and damp cell, where a human figure was cowering.
That arrow He Changdi had shot hadn't taken Muxiang's life. It had only pierced through her right shoulder blade and crippled one of her arms.
He still had plenty of questions for her. How could he let her die such an easy death?!
Perhaps the prisoner had heard the screeching of the cell doors as they opened. The trembling Muxiang lifted up her head, showing her wretched appearance.
Her gaze went out of focus for a moment, but she could slowly make out the tall figure standing in front of the cell doors. That familiar face looked exactly the same as in her memories.
However, his expression had changed.
The high fever that had set in from the wound made her mind a little fuzzy. Muxiang thought that she was hallucinating, so she shook her head and turned to look again, only to realise that He Changdi hadn't disappeared.
The sudden and pleasant surprise gave her the urge to jump up and run over to hug him.
This man before her was her husband, the one who had always treated her warmly and kindly, and had always forgiven her actions. She regretted so much that she had betrayed him and chosen to be with that venomous man instead. Had he finally come back to look for her?
However, even before she could attempt to hug him, a twinge of pain came from her right shoulder and arm, and a stream of memories ruthlessly doused her burgeoning hopes.
The intense pain of the arrow piercing through her bones and flesh, as well as that hateful, cold look in his eyes as he had shot her.
The hope in Muxiang's eyes shifted to fear and despair. She shrunk back into her body and paddled backwards, as if trying to hide in the corner of the cell.
Muxiang's fearful reaction triggered a change in He Changdi's expression; he smiled.
However, that smile didn't even reach his eyes. He strode a few steps closer towards Muxiang.
Muxiang abruptly covered her head and shouted in alarm, "Don't... don't come near me!"
He Changdi sneered, "Why would I listen to you? Your life is in my hands now."
Muxiang stared with wide eyes at the man before as her fear washed over her entire body. Overwhelmed by the feelings, she grew ever calmer instead.
She continued watching He Changdi with frightened eyes. This person before had the same as he had in her past life, but she just couldn't put the image of their faces together.
It wasn't until now that she wholeheartedly felt how foolish she had been since reincarnating into this life.
After reincarnating once again, why had she continued chasing after a man? Wasn't her lesson from the past life enough warning?
The only person she could count on was herself! Anyone who blocked her way should be slaughtered!
Muxiang became colder and calmer. The gears in her head turned swiftly. She seemed to have woken up from the haze obscuring her mind, and she finally saw a way through the darkness.
The look in her eyes became sharper. As she faced the cold man before her, she quickly tried to think of a solution.
She clutched her own clothes with her uninjured hand and pretended to beg for mercy, "Master, this servant was threatened by someone else! Master, please, on account for my long years of service for the matriarch, please spare this servant's life!"
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Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator
FantasyNot my story. For reading offline purposes. This is Book 2 Credits to: Written by: Snow Mountain Mists (雪山岚) Translated by: timebun, Premonition, Myst Edited by: renderedreversed Raws: http://www.17k.com/book/1768774.htmlation 小说作品翻译自ChineseAll中文在线...