The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 153 She's Made a Big Trouble

Zhi Xing swallowed hard, trying to minimize her presence, but the more she tried not to listen, the more grating Bai Muling's voice became.

Bai Muling suddenly tossed the silk handkerchief in her hand, and it landed lightly on the sharp rock at the top of the artificial hill.

“You,” she said, a slight smile playing on her lips, and tapped her fingertip lightly, “go and retrieve it for me.”

Zhi Xing raised her eyes and looked at the handkerchief that had fallen onto the sharp stone edge. After a moment of silence, she said in a low voice, "Yes, Your Majesty."

She lifted her skirt and slowly walked towards the artificial hill.

The stone surface was cold and sharp. When she stepped on it barefoot, several red marks were immediately left on her delicate soles.

Zhi Xing pursed her lips and climbed up step by step, while the woman below the artificial hill continued to mock her loudly.

"You think His Highness really cares about you? He only pities you. With your lowly methods, he'll get tired of you in a couple of days and then throw you to the winds. A lowly servant girl like you dares to dream of the Crown Prince? Hahaha..."

Zhi Xing's eyes gradually reddened. Just as her fingertips touched the edge of the handkerchief, the stone under her feet suddenly loosened, causing her to lose her balance and fall backward. Her elbow scraped heavily against the rough stone surface, leaving a bloody mark.

Upon landing, her skirt was torn by sharp rocks from the artificial hill, and her hair was slightly disheveled.

Bai Muling covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes full of mockery: "What, you can't even pick up a handkerchief without falling like this?" She slowly stepped forward, looking down at Zhixing, "Tsk tsk tsk, if His Highness saw you in this disheveled state, I wonder how heartbroken he would be..."

Zhi Xing silently stood up, patted the dust off her skirt, and handed over the silk handkerchief: "Your Majesty's handkerchief."

Bai Muling took the handkerchief and gently traced a faint red mark on the back of her hand with her fingertips: "Be more careful next time. If you break your leg, His Highness probably won't even bother to look at you."

Zhi Xing lowered her eyelashes and did not respond. Under the moonlight, the bloodstains on her elbows throbbed faintly, but this was far less painful than the bitterness surging in her heart.

Bai Muling admired her forbearance with satisfaction. As she turned to leave, the hem of her skirt brushed against Zhixing's injured hand, causing a sharp pain.

A night breeze swept by, and Zhixing stood quietly beneath the artificial hill, her fingertips clenching the torn sleeve of her dress.

His Highness can't even be bothered to look at his broken leg...?

Her trembling fingers suddenly clenched, and as she looked at Bai Muling's back, she slowly got up and moved closer.

What if... the child is gone?

What if... you can no longer have children?
Her eyes gradually turned bloodshot as she imagined Bai Muling's disheveled appearance.

Bai Muling seemed to sense the chill behind her. Before she could react, Zhi Xing suddenly reached out and shoved her shoulder.

"you!"

Bai Muling's pupils contracted sharply, she lost her footing and fell backward. She instinctively grabbed Zhixing's wrist, but Zhixing pushed her away forcefully.

As she tumbled down the steps, Zhi Xing saw her slightly protruding belly slam into the stone steps, and couldn't help but sneer.

But things escalated further when, with a "plop!" water splashed everywhere, and Bai Muling fell heavily into the lotus pond three feet below the steps.

The icy pool water instantly soaked through her gorgeous clothes. She struggled to float to the surface, her hair disheveled, her makeup ruined, and she looked utterly wretched.

"Help...help me!" she cried out in terror, a sharp pain shooting through her abdomen.

Realizing what was happening, Zhi Xing was startled. Hearing her cries for help, she hurriedly looked around.

Seeing that no one was around, he formed a hand seal and chanted a spell. When he pointed at the person in the water, the person's voice seemed to have been burned, and he could no longer make a sound. He could only frantically wave his hands and struggle.

She gasped for breath, trying to calm herself down.

Originally, she only wanted Bai Muling to fall and lose the child that made her so proud, but now, the hatred surging in her heart almost overwhelmed her.

Zhi Xing stood on the shore, coldly watching her struggle, a strange sense of pleasure welling up inside her.

She bit her lip hard, hatred engulfing her mind.

"Oh no." Sheng Yunqing suddenly stood up from the swing. She looked up and saw a line of scarlet seeping from the edge of the full moon.

Seeing her frightened expression, Dong Ning cautiously asked, "What's wrong, Miss?" A faint scent of blood wafted in the night breeze, mixed with the damp chill unique to the lotus pond.

She calculated with her fingers, frowned, and murmured, "There's a murderous aura."

Moonlight pierced through the water, reflecting Bai Muling's terrified and distorted face.

Zhi Xing's ears twitched, as if she had noticed something.

A powerful spiritual force was rapidly approaching her.

She narrowed her eyes slightly; it was Sheng Yunqing.

Bai Muling struggled frantically in the dark green water. Her gorgeous clothes, soaked with water, dragged her down like lead weights.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Zhi Xing's silencing spell was branded in her throat, burning her until blood flowed from her seven orifices.

Sheng Yunqing's hurried steps suddenly came to a halt.

The winding bridge in front of us has disappeared, replaced by a dense wall of roses.

She sneered, and a golden needle slipped from her sleeve, slicing across her palm. The moment blood dripped down, the vines receded as if burned.

"The Golden Crow Burning Heaven Formation?" Sheng Yunqing frowned.

The magnificent robes spread out like blood in the dark green pool, and the gilded hairpins slowly fell, startling a swimming fish.

Zhi Xing stood on the shore, the incantation seal on her fingertips glowing with an eerie blue light.

The pool water seemed to come alive, wrapping around Bai Muling's limbs and dragging her to the dark bottom of the pool.

"Bai Muling, die!" Zhi Xing's voice trembled with rage. "Bai Muling, you'd better die!"

Nobody can stop her!

The previous violent splashing sounds on the water subsided, and Bai Muling felt her limbs stiffen and she could not move. She opened her eyes unwillingly and watched herself slowly sink into the water.

The water surface gradually returned to calm.

As the last ripple at the bottom of the pool disappeared, warm liquid dripped down Zhixing's chin; it was unclear whether it was sweat or tears.

Deep within the lotus pond, Bai Muling stared at the moon with her eyes wide open, her body sinking steadily. With her last breath, she rose from the water to the surface, her vision blurred with black mist, and she lost consciousness.

A night breeze suddenly rose, scattering the stray hairs on Zhixing's forehead.

She suddenly woke up and took two steps back, her pupils contracting sharply.

"What...what did I do?"

The lingering spiritual energy at her fingertips was still slightly warm, and Zhi Xing trembled as she hugged her own arms.

As her reason, which had been consumed by hatred, gradually returned, fear washed over her like a tidal wave. A chill ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, leaving her feeling helpless as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Bai Muling is dead.

She killed him with her own hands.

Under the cover of the silent night, Zhi Xing's legs went weak, and she knelt down on the cold, damp flagstones.

She bit her lip hard until she tasted blood, but she still couldn't stop trembling all over.

She looked at the hem of her skirt, now soaked with water, and at the strand of hair sinking slowly into the water, and suddenly realized... she had made a terrible mistake.

The sounds of palace maids carrying lanterns chatting and laughing grew closer in the distance.

Zhi Xing hurriedly got up and headed into the depths of the dark bamboo forest.