Her fingers silently rubbed in her sleeves, wiping away the sweat on her fingertips. Meng Fuyao calmly turned, looking at the murderous glare from Pei Yuan's eyes, then smiled and said, "Pei, Yuan."
"I knew it was you." Pei Yuan's vision swept across her body like a brush. She said in a deep voice, "Just looking at your figure, I got a familiar feeling ... Meng Fuyao, you didn't die."
"If you haven't died yet, how would I dare to die?" Meng Fuyao laughed. "I haven't even had time to take revenge yet."
Pei Yuan had already took a step forward, but hearing this she paused instead. Thinking, she then coldly laughed. "Trying to feign ignorance? Hasn't your revenge already been taken? The wounds on my face, you dare to say that they are not your masterpiece?"
"What don't I dare to say?" Meng Fuyao didn't retreat, but instead strode forward a step, her gaze lifting to directly shoot towards Pei Yuan's eyes. Her brilliant clear eyes didn't even flinch in the face of Pei Yuan's deeply cold, murderous stare. "I actually truly wish that those wonderful cuts on your face were my masterpiece. Look at that X, drawn so well it satisfies one's heart."
"You!" Pei Yuan's whole body slightly shook, the clenching of her teeth sounding from behind the face veil. However, the uncertainty in her eyes became even stronger – Meng Fuyao's unexpected forthrightness, made the suspicious Pei Yuan hesitate. She bit her teeth while pondering for a while, before a fierceness flashed in her eyes, and she hatefully yelled, "Not right! After you fell down the cliff we didn't meet each other again. Right now with my face is covered by the veil, how would you know about the cuts on my face?"
Meng Fuyao was waiting for exactly this question, but her face revealed a speechless, panicked expression, and she retreated back a step without speaking. Pei Yuan definitely wouldn't let her off, and quickly forced in front of her. "Say! How did you know!"
Meng Fuyao's hands were covered in her sleeves. She slanted her head to look at her, then suddenly said, "Hey, Pei Yuan, coming so close to me, aren't you afraid of me striking out and killing you?"
In agitation Pei Yuan had lost her composure, and only after Fuyao's reminder did she remember that Fuyao's martial arts were better than her's. Hesitating for a bit, she slightly shifted backwards by a step, then sneered, "If it was somewhere else I would have to be careful of you, but fortunately right now we are in the Tai Yuan imperial palace. Thirty steps out are the palace guards. With only one call from me you'll become meat paste, Meng Fuyao, how about you watch yourself instead."
Crossing her arms, Meng Fuyao leisurely rested against a hallway column. "Come then, smash me into meat paste, or will you be like last time and quietly try to kill me? Then, congratulations, you will never know who the true nemesis who ruined your life is."
"My true nemesis is you." Pei Yuan's eyes flashed as she looked Meng Fuyao up and down. "In front of me, you don't have to waste your time playing tricks."
Tilting her head, Fuyao suddenly smiled. Straightening her waist and standing up, she coquettishly beckoned with her finger. "Pei Yuan, what are you doubting about? How about you just attack me now, why are you still talking rubbish? You're not stupid, you naturally know that that night I already had serious wounds on my body. Even if I fell down and survived by a fluke, you also know that it isn't possible for me to recover my strength and assassinate you in that short amount of time, right?"
Pei Yuan's pupils contracted, this was exactly the source of uncertainty in her heart. Yet, that night the only one she had made enemies with was Meng Fuyao, after which Fuyao had suffered serious harm. If it wasn't her, how could there be such coincidental timing?
"I'll tell you the truth." Meng Fuyao constantly observed her expressions, and had long seen through her thoughts. With an even more careless laugh, "That night I was saved by someone, yet that person who saved me was already your enemy. Saving me was along the way, killing you was their prerequisite."
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Empress Fu Yao [Volume 1] (COMPLETED)✔
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