"Heh, so you're saying I guessed wrong, that you're not really Wu Wanqing, but just a disgusting Poisonous Insect with her memories?" Bai Ruozhu said coldly.
Her voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone in the courtyard. It was already early morning, and though many lanterns were lit in the courtyard, everyone felt a chill, despite the stifling summer heat.
"Nonsense! It's my soul attached to the Poisonous Insect, I am Wu Wanqing!" Wu Wanqing cried out, somewhat agitated, seemingly disliking her Poisonous Insect form, and abhorring being called a mere bug by others.
"What about Na Ruolan then?" Bai Yihong asked anxiously.
Wu Wanqing's expression shifted slightly, "Her soul is damaged, so she can't wake up. If you let me go, once my Poisonous Insect matures, I can help nourish her soul, and then I'll find a new host. I don't particularly like being in her body either."
She murmured under her breath, "Not very pretty, anyway."
