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Awei knelt beside me, trembling and crying.
"Who is it? Who killed the kitten..."
"Who is so heartless, so cruel..."
I picked up the kitten and took a step forward.
Awei, with tear-filled eyes, followed me: "Your Highness, where are you going?"
"Your Highness, please don't scare me!"
I trembled all over, a raging fury igniting in my heart.
I knew, I knew who it was.
Who else but Puyi would hate me so much? Who else would hate the kitten so deeply?
She hated me, so she snatched the kitten away from me.
She hated me, so she cruelly killed my kitten.
Puyi, you killed my cat! You killed my cat!
Holding the cat tightly, I gritted my teeth and rushed toward Puyi's palace.
Before I even entered, I heard Puyi's triumphant voice:
"It was me who killed it. So what?"
"Just a beast; does it deserve my life in return?"
"I am also doing this for His Majesty's sake."
"His Majesty has long wanted to deal with this cat, but he hasn't acted due to Sang Yi."
"I am helping His Majesty; he should be grateful to me instead."
"Even if that wretched Sang Yi finds out, so what?"
"She is just a discarded consort; no one in the palace pays her any mind."
"Even if she comes to find me, it would only be a humiliation for herself."
I looked down at the little cat. Its once lively and adorable form now lay as a cold corpse.
I stroked its fur gently before laying it down.
Then, I picked up the whip from the corner and stormed into the chamber with great momentum.
I raised my arm, and the whip sliced through the air with a fierce wind, mercilessly striking her.
She let out a scream like that of a slaughtered pig.
The more she screamed, the more exhilarated I became, wielding the whip with great vigor.
One strike, two strikes, three strikes...
I lost count of how many times I hit her. Exhausted and with aching wrists, I could no longer lift my arms.
Meanwhile, Puyi had already collapsed on the ground, bloodied and barely alive.
She curled up, like a cooked shrimp.
She cried out mournfully, "Sang Yi, you, you dare..."
"The Emperor will not spare you..."
I curled my lips into a cold smile.
I fear nothing; what do I have left to lose?
The blood in my body boiled, and a metallic sweetness surged in my throat.
"Poof—"
A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.
I panicked; I couldn't let them see that I was ill, I couldn't let them know that I wouldn't live much longer.
I struggled, wanting to escape this place.
But my legs went weak, and my whole body felt powerless; I couldn't move at all.
I bit my lip, holding on, refusing to fall.
But in the end, I couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground.
16
Liangqiu Hongxin still learned of my dire condition.
He erupted in fury, dragging the imperial physicians out and swinging his knife at them.
"You're talking nonsense! You bunch of quacks, how could she possibly die!"
"If she dies, you all will be buried with her!"
His eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted in rage, like a beast that had lost its mind.
He roared loudly, trying to deny the reality.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Sang Yi, you can't die! I won't allow you to die!"
On the sickbed, I slowly regained consciousness.
I reached out my hand and grabbed his robe.
He turned around sharply, his gaze fierce.
But the moment he saw me, he immediately softened.
"Sang Yi, you're awake?"
"Is something wrong?"
He reached out to touch my forehead, his tone filled with concern and anxiety.
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