The silver hairpin fell onto the white jade tiles with a CLINK.
Blood splashed all around, like plum blossoms that had yet to bloom.
Then, as if drained of all strength, Su Daiyue collapsed onto the couch, gasping for breath.
Ji Qingwu sighed softly. She stepped forward to examine Ma Pozi's body, checked for breath under her nose, and said, "She's dead."
A single tear slowly trickled from the corner of Su Daiyue's eye. "Do you think I'm cruel?"
Ji Qingwu chose not to comment on the dispute between them.
Su Daiyue continued, speaking as if to herself, "I'm not the daughter of the primary wife. My birth mother was a concubine. In that man-eating den of wolves that is the Su family, I had to be cruel to survive this long."
'The Su family... a den of wolves...'
Ji Qingwu furrowed her brow but still said nothing.
Her silence provided Su Daiyue with the perfect outlet to pour out her emotions.
"Everyone says I'm Prime Minister Su's most beloved youngest daughter."
