Morning.
Not peaceful.
Not calm.
Not normal.
Zian Hausi opened her eyes.
Instantly.
No slow blinking.
No confusion.
No softness.
Gone.
System check.
Body: recovered.
Mind: sharp.
Emotion: controlled.
Anger: present.
Pause.
Target confirmed.
Jiang Nanshu.
"…Good."
She sat up.
No pain.
No hesitation.
Like last night never existed.
But—
It existed.
Her fingers tightened slightly.
And now—
she pays.
Zian stood.
Walked.
Opened the door.
Stepped out.
The hallway was quiet.
Too quiet.
Suspicious.
Step.
Step.
Step—
"…Everyone is alive."
Pause.
"…Disappointing."
She walked downstairs.
Dining Area (The Place Where Logic Dies)
Same table.
Same people.
Same chaos waiting to happen.
Sterling was already there.
"…I survived the night."
Huo Lou nodded seriously.
"…Barely."
Shengling sat proudly.
"…I made extra soup."
Silence.
Sterling froze.
"…No."
"…Yes."
"…NO."
Zian entered.
And everything—
Stopped.
Because—
She was different.
Calm.
Too calm.
Cold.
Very cold.
Sterling leaned back slowly.
"…Oh."
Huo Lou blinked.
"…She looks normal."
Pause.
Sterling shook his head.
"…No."
"…She looks quiet."
Pause.
"…That's worse."
Zian sat down.
Took her tea.
Sipped.
No reaction.
No sarcasm.
No jokes.
Silence.
Heavy silence.
Shengling frowned.
"…Are you okay?"
"…Yes."
Pause.
"…I will be better soon."
Silence.
Sterling whispered,
"…Someone is going to die."
Huo Lou nodded.
"…Definitely."
Fiang Sheng watched her.
Carefully.
Closely.
She decided.
He knew.
"…You're going out," he said.
Zian didn't look at him.
"…Yes."
"…Alone?"
Pause.
"…Yes."
"…No."
Silence.
Zian slowly turned.
Looked at him.
Cold.
"…Do you want to go to the toilet again?"
Silence.
Sterling choked.
"…NOT AGAIN—"
Huo Lou slapped the table.
"…STOP."
Fiang Sheng didn't react.
"…I'll stay."
Pause.
"…For now."
Zian nodded slightly.
Correct decision.
She stood.
"…Don't follow me."
And walked out.
Outside
The world felt different.
Heavy.
Watching.
Waiting.
Zian walked forward.
Step.
Step.
Step—
Then stopped.
Presence.
Not one.
Multiple.
Her eyes shifted.
Left.
Right.
Behind.
"…Come out."
Silence.
Then—
The shadows moved.
One.
Two.
Three.
Five.
Ten.
They surrounded her.
Dark.
Still.
Respectful.
"…Your Highness…"
Zian didn't react.
Of course.
"…Report."
They lowered.
"…We have found them."
Pause.
"…The ones responsible."
"…Speak."
"…Jiang Nanshu."
Silence.
Expected.
"…And others."
Pause.
"…She is working with external forces."
Zian's eyes narrowed.
Coward.
"…Location."
The shadows shifted.
"…Main house."
Pause.
"…Preparing another move."
Silence.
Zian's mind moved fast.
Calculating.
Timing.
Position.
Outcome.
They will act today.
Pause.
Good.
"…Continue observation."
"…Yes, Your Highness."
They vanished.
Gone.
Like they were never there.
Elsewhere (People Making Bad Decisions Again)
Jiang Nanshu stood in a dim room.
Angry.
Very angry.
"…You failed."
The old man stood in front of her.
Still traumatized.
"…He kicked me—"
"…I KNOW."
Silence.
Her eyes were cold.
Dangerous.
"…Then we stop playing."
Pause.
"…We finish it today."
The old man swallowed.
"…How."
Jiang Nanshu smiled.
Not a good smile.
"…We bring her out."
Pause.
"…And break her completely."
Back to Zian
Zian stood alone.
Still.
Calm.
Dangerous.
Her fingers moved slightly.
Not snapping.
Not yet.
But ready.
Very ready.
They think I'm reacting.
Pause.
They think I'm weak.
Pause.
They think I'm confused.
Silence.
Her eyes sharpened.
Cold.
Very cold.
Wrong.
She stepped forward.
Slow.
Controlled.
I'm not reacting.
Pause.
I'm choosing.
Another step.
I'm not defending.
Pause.
I'm attacking.
Another step.
Wind moved.
Shadows shifted.
The world felt smaller.
Tighter.
Like everything was closing in.
But—
Not on her.
On them.
Jiang Nanshu.
Pause.
You embarrassed me.
You weakened me.
You made me lose control.
Silence.
Her hand lifted slightly.
Not fully.
Just enough.
You made a mistake.
Pause.
A very big mistake.
Her lips moved.
Quiet.
Cold.
"…Let's end this."
And somewhere—
Far away—
Jiang Nanshu smiled.
Thinking she was in control.
Thinking everything was going according to plan.
Not knowing—
The moment Zian stepped forward—
The outcome was already decided.
Because when Zian moves—
Something always breaks.
And this time—
It wouldn't be small.
It wouldn't be quiet.
It wouldn't be survivable.
It would be—
Absolute.
Destruction. 😈🔥