Becoming a literary master starting from the story of Minglan

Chapter 434 Excitement
"Fifth sister... I know my status is lowly, and I dare not compare myself to you..."

Minglan's voice trembled slightly, her eyes were a little red, and she gently bit her lower lip, perfectly portraying the look of being misunderstood and wronged.

She lowered her head slightly, revealing a slender and delicate neck, as if she could not bear Mo Lan's anger.

However, it was precisely this submissive and humble attitude that was like hot oil poured on Mo Lan's already burning jealousy!

"Humble status...humble status..." Mo Lan felt as if these words were poisoned needles, piercing her eardrums and her most sensitive and twisted nerves!
Sheng Minglan is such a despicable woman!
Why should she?
Why humiliate her with this pitiful appearance?

Why should you act innocent after getting the benefit?!

All the praise, attention, and opportunities that should have belonged to Sheng Molan were stolen by this lowly concubine!

And now she dares to put on airs in front of me?!

"Enough!!!" Mo Lan's sanity snapped completely! A shrill scream tore through the morning's tranquility. Her beautiful face was twisted with extreme jealousy and humiliation, her eyes bloodshot and burning with a madness that could destroy everything!

Her gaze, like a poisoned hook, was fixed on the flower stand beside her! On it, a solitary red plum blossom was diagonally inserted in an elegant white porcelain vase, and beside the vase lay a pair of small, gleaming gold scissors used for pruning flowers, their blades flashing with a cold, icy light!
That's it!

That deadly glint of light instantly seized all of Mo Lan's reason!

A vicious thought exploded in her mind: "Scratch this face! Destroy this feigned innocence! Let's see what you'll use to seduce people now! What will you use to be smug!"

"I'll show you what's what—!!!"

Mo Lan seemed possessed by a demon from hell, bursting forth with astonishing speed. She was like an out-of-control cannonball, screaming as she pounced forward!

With a slender, ruthless grip, she seized the cold, golden scissors and, disregarding everything else, used all her strength to slash fiercely at Minglan's beautiful face, which she hated to the core!

The movements were swift and ruthless, carrying an indescribable determination!

"what--!!!"

Rulan was so terrified by the sudden bloody scene that she screamed and froze on the spot, as if she had been nailed there.

The maids and servants around them were terrified, their eyes wide with disbelief, as if they were made of clay or wood, their minds blank, and none of them could react in time!

Minglan seemed to be completely "terrified" by this sudden and deadly attack.

She stood frozen in place, her pupils dilated slightly in horror, watching helplessly as that deadly glint of light rapidly enlarged in her vision, heading straight for her face!
In reality, she was calculating the angle in her mind, and even prepared to slightly turn her face to avoid the pain in her vital areas—this was the key part of her plan to nail Mo Lan to the ground!
however!
Just as the gleaming scissors were inches away from Minglan's cheek, at the critical moment!
A cyan figure moved so fast that it exceeded the limits of what the naked eye could perceive!
Like a phantom tearing through space, it burst forth from the corner of the corridor with a gust of wind!

That figure was none other than Sheng Changquan!
However, his passing by at this moment was not by chance...

With the imperial examinations approaching, the kind-hearted Old Madam Sheng excused the children from the tedious rituals of paying their respects to each other morning and evening.

However, Sheng Changquan still adhered to etiquette and respectfully greeted her. But during his greeting today, the resentment and jealousy in Mo Lan's eyes, almost overflowing, were as conspicuous as a sharp thorn, piercing his senses early on.

So when Mo Lan deliberately lagged behind, stopped, and stared intently at Ming Lan with her venomous eyes, Sheng Changquan had already taken notice.

He had already been lying in wait silently in the shadows of the corridor, his presence almost imperceptible.

As his own cheat code, Sheng Changquan's martial arts skills had already reached a level that was unimaginable to ordinary people.

Within a radius of three zhang, falling leaves and flying flowers, the flow of energy, all clearly reflected in the lake of the heart.

Mo Lan's out-of-control scream, the slight stiffness that appeared in his sister's eyes due to "horror"... especially the moment when the golden scissors tore through the air and pierced towards his sister with a destructive aura—all his senses converged into a sharp alarm bell that exploded in his mind!
No hesitation!

There wasn't even a chance to think!

The body's instincts are faster than the mind!

Sheng Changquan's eyes suddenly turned icy cold, like ancient ice, and his figure transformed into a streak of blue lightning that was almost invisible to the naked eye, shooting out!

"stop!"

A low shout, like a thunderclap, accompanied his ghostly movements!

With his left hand, he reached out with the precision of an eagle's claw, and with immense force, he firmly gripped Mo Lan's wrist, which was tightly holding the golden scissors!
"Crack!"

A sickening cracking sound of bones dislocating rang out!
"what--!"

Mo Lan let out a heart-wrenching scream. The excruciating pain caused her five fingers to lose all strength instantly, and the deadly golden scissors slipped from her hand and fell to the ground!
However, Mo Lan's frantic stab, imbued with all her hatred and strength, had an unimaginable momentum!
Although Sheng Changquan grabbed her wrist and prevented the scissors from stabbing Minglan, the extremely sharp scissors, due to their enormous inertia, inevitably slashed down along the back of his right hand, which he had resolutely extended to block the attack, with a piercing sound.
"Tsk-!"

First came the ear-piercing sound of brocade being torn!
Immediately following was a heart-wrenching thud as flesh was mercilessly ripped open!

Bright red, warm blood, brimming with life, gushed out like a burst dam from the gruesome, inch-long wound on the back of Sheng Changquan's right hand, where the flesh was torn and rolled back!

The glaring scarlet quickly soaked through his blue sleeves and splashed onto the cold floor tiles, staining the tip of the golden scissors that had fallen to the ground with an eerie and cruel red!
Time seemed to freeze at this moment!
Mo Lan's wrist was gripped tightly by Sheng Changquan's iron-like hand, causing her to tremble violently from the pain, her face as pale as paper.

As she watched the blood gushing from Sheng Changquan's hand, the frenzied crimson in her eyes receded like a tide, leaving only boundless, bone-deep fear and despair!
She...she hurt Sheng Changquan!
It hurt the son who was on whom his father placed high hopes, who was favored by Grand Secretary Yu, and who carried the future glory of the Sheng family!
Rulan covered her mouth tightly, tears streaming down her face like broken beads, a suppressed sob escaping her throat, completely stunned by the bloody scene before her.

The surrounding maids and servants seemed to wake from a dream, and screams of terror and hurried footsteps erupted instantly:

"Seventh Young Master! Your hand!!"

"Oh my god! There's...there's blood! So much blood!!"

"Quickly! Quickly summon the royal physician! Inform the old lady! Inform the lord!!"