Chapter 335 (1/2)

Chapter 335: Untitled

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Meng Fuyao snorted coldly, wracking her brain to recall when she had taken off her mask and who had seen it But how on earth could she remember when she had taken off her mask in these past few years? And even when she had, the people nearby had either been a girl selling flowers or an old etables Or perhaps, it had been a child that she had not had her guard up against? Who would remember who had taken down her real appearance? The reason why she wore a mask was that it was convenient to move around in, not because she, in any way, needed to hide it away Hoould she have her guard up against sonificant?

“Fuyao,Jingfan and, instead, looked up at her and gave her a fatherly sently called to her, “Here, let father take a good look at you”

In the palace, Feng Xuan opened his ar Fuyao into his warm embrace as he portrayed himself as a perfect father

Meng Fuyao leaned back against another pillar with her hands crossed She sat there, watching Feng Xuan emotionlessly

“Father?” She laughed after a while

Feng Xuan's eyes lit up On the other hand, Feng Jingfan turned pale

Ignoring the obvious joy that Feng Xuan exhibited, Meng Fuyao slowly but clearly enunciated each and every word, “Zhong Ze Ning's husband, the father of Feng Jingfan You don't deserve to be the father of Meng Fuyao”

The corners of Feng Xuan's mouth twitched, in that instant, his features contorted with fury It took hi a forced smile on his face “Fuyao, I know you hate me, but I had no choice back then Since you've already killed the Empress, oh well, I'll just strip her of her status andFamily as criminals who atte Fary

“And this” Feng Xuan lifted up i Fuyao with it “I've decided to pass the throne to you From today onwards, you are the Empress You can decide another's life or death and control your subordinates You will be standing at the peak of authority and glory, where everyone will be dancing in your palm How's that? Do you like it?”

“No!”

A shriek shattered the heavy silence that lingered in the air Feng Jingfan, who had been supporting herself with the couch, suddenly pounced over, atte to snatch the imperial decree

Feng Xuan's expression changed as he clutched the i, slender fingers reached out, eager to grab the scroll over, without a care for the manicured nails that ell-laced with poison or the fact that the poison ht take her father's life with even the smallest scratch

In the huge palace, Zhangsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao watched coldly withoutYi had already avoided the trouble and retreated, busying hi the soldiers on how to rebel

Feng Jingfan lunged forward like the wind Feng Xuan snorted coldly and slammed the imperial decree down on the desk and took a step back

The scroll landed on the table and unrolled itself Feng Jingfan reached out and grabbed it, i it apart

“Shhh—”

The quiet, barely audible sound of tearing paper resounded in the roo frouely see a faint glowing green light It flashed past, and a blood-curdling screech reverberated

“Ah—”

Blood spurted out Yet, oddly enough, it was pale green, resereen flowers

The last flower of light

A trap was laid under the table, and in that instant, when Feng Jingfan had grabbed the decree, the trap was triggered, and the metal nails were launched with such a force that they pierced into Feng Jingfan's forehead!

One headed straight for her eyes, and the other nailed down the corner of her eyes Both her eyes were blinded!

Feng Jingfan's miserable cries see to cruh she would not stop till her vocal cords tore

This youngest, most pampered princess was protected her entire life She had never once had someone touch her precious hands; she had never even broken a nail before Because she was afraid of hardshi+p and pain, coupled with her lack of innate potential, despite having a renowned teacher, she had not ht her Her focus y so as to protect herself in times of need So how could she bear the pain of her blinded eyes?

Her ushed out of that deep wound, glazing her skin as her messy, untidied hair stuck to the cri the once noble princess utterly unrecognizable Only her pale lips could be seen, but it was quickly covered up by the blood rushi+ng out from her throat with every scream she mustered

Meng Fuyao shut her eyes No emotions could be seen on her face

The beautiful golden and red dress resurfaced in her mind as she heard a ‘kacha'

The sound of the lock falling

‘Today, it is your turn'